#she died the day after my 10th birthday.

[swagging-back-to]

i do wholeheartedly believe gifting animals to elderly patients because they're lonely is the exact same thing as giving a kid an animal because they're bored.

both situations come at great cost to the animal due to neglect, abuse. in the case of the elder they have the very likely chance of being left unattended for a significant time after the person dies and having that trauma. many animals are placed in shelters after their owner dies, and then are euthanized.

[kwinsispn3]

Charms

summary: through the years — the Winchester’s little sister’s good luck charm, ends up being a bit of a tradition.

Word Count: 4,214

Winchester boys x sister!reader

Warnings: blood, death, angst, sorry about the italics, idk what I'm doing??

The youngest Winchester, y/n, was welcomed into the family a little bit later than expected. Y/n was 3 when her mom died, and had no one else to go to but her father and two brothers. It was a few years after John had died too, when Dean got a call from one of John’s old phones in the glove compartment. And there she’s was on the other line.

It had been a few months after y/n had been living with the boys. It was tricky for everyone to adjust. Sam and Dean would do anything for her at the drop of a hat, but they all found it difficult to connect at first. Y/n was struggling to feel like a part of the family. She had lost the only adults she knew about in her short life, her trust had been taken away from everything it felt like. Sam and Dean had treated her nothing but kind since the day they found her, and deep down she knew they wouldn’t hurt her, but time would tell.

It was late at night, Dean couldn’t sleep. Going to reach for his headphones, they weren’t in the side table drawer where he normally puts them. He arose, flipping on the desk lamp across the room, starting to look for them quietly, when he came across a box. The box where he always kept special things he couldn’t lose. Photographs of him and Sammy as kids, their mother, different trinkets that held a memory. Dean flipped through a few photos, admiring them sadly under the light of his lamp. Looking down into the box he saw a glaring piece of silver at the bottom. Picking it up, he gazed at the charm bracelet that belonged to his mother. The charms shined in the light as they swayed side to side.

Sam approached the desk in the motel, about to speak as he sees him, but stops. “Hey, uhh. You busy?” He asked stepping closer.

“No, just couldn’t really sleep” Dean says as he packs the things back in the box.

“What’s this, is this mom’s?” Sam asked, sliding the bracelet over to his grasp.

“Yup.”

~

It was y/n’s 10th birthday and it had been a rough year. Another new school, y/n wasn’t staying with Bobby as much anymore since she was older and could stand the long car rides with Sam & Dean. Girls were starting to be mean at school, y/n felt alone most of the time, because she was left alone. In school, and back at the motels they stayed at. The boys felt for her, being so young, constantly exposed to the childhood they had. They didn’t expect that they would ever being doing what they were doing, but they wouldn’t give up on trying to give their little sister the life she needed.

The brothers made it home from finishing up a hunt just in time for y/n’s birthday. They had brought home her favorite food, and desserts. It wasn’t much, but they wanted to show her some appreciation for all of her patience. After finishing up dinner, Sam started to clean up the table. “Alright, looks like it is almost your bedtime.”

“Really? Even on my birthday?” Y/n playfully pouted.

“Your beauty sleep is more important!” Sam smiled back. “Especially being a weeknight. But we will pick up the festivities this weekend, because we’re leaving town!” Sam blurted out without thinking about how that sounded.

Dean looked at him and back at y/n, knowing her reaction wouldn’t be excited. Sam realized he had messed up by saying it so soon, they had meant to break it to her the next day, after her birthday.

“You mean, I have to leave this school, and go to another one?!” She sighed in disappointment.

“Well, yeah. But… we can go wherever you’d like to, on the way to—“

“No, you both said we’d be here for a while.”

“Y/n—“

“Just stop!" The room fell silent. "I know this is what you guys do, but I hate having to move again and again."

"Look, I know you do. It isn't fun for us either, but that's how we.."

"Get our job done, I know Sam." y/n finished his sentence, looking down at her hands.

"What's wrong, y/n/n?" Sam asked, studying her face.

"I just told you." her voice got more quiet. "You sure? You just... look like somethings on your mind." Sam stated. There was a long pause, y/n shuffled around and then looked up at her brothers. They both had that look on their face like they were waiting for her to let out whatever she was thinking.

"How do you guys always know!!?" She threw her arms down in frustration. Trying to stay mad but also wanting to break down from all of the inner turmoil. The boys both half smiled, Sam sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, motioning for y/n to sit down.

"It just gets scary sometimes..... not knowing when you're gonna come back. Boring too. I just don't want you to forget about me." y/n let out a deep breath.

"Sweetheart, you know we'd never forget about you. We look forward to coming back to you after every job." Sam reassured. Y/n let out a half smile, hearing the same line before. "I know."

It was times like these where Dean would always think of his mother. Even though y/n wasn't his mothers daughter, he knew if she were still around, she'd know exactly what to say in moments like these. The two boys were almost left with a loss of words until Dean thought of the perfect thing. He stood up and went outside to the car, rummaging through the trunk. He came back inside with a box in his hands. Going through it, he picked up Mary's bracelet and sat down next to y/n.

"This was... our mom's. I think she would have wanted you to have it." Dean hooked the charm bracelet around y/n's wrist. It felt a little odd to her, knowing Mary was not her real mom.

"Are you sure? I mean, she..." y/n tried not to come off sounding rude, but Dean knew what she was trying to say.

"I know, but trust me. We hung onto it for a reason. All of these charms mean something special, and as long as you have this with you... you will always be protected. And you will always, be apart of this family." Dean held her wrist, emphasizing it's importance. Y/n rotated her wrist, admiring all of the charms.

She smiled bigger, looking up at them. "Thank you."

Dean said nothing, instead bringing his sister in for a hug. Sam raised his eyebrows, blinking away his watery eyes from the moment he just witnessed. Running his hands over his face, he sat down, and embrace his siblings into one.

~

It was y/n's first official hunt. She had just turned 14, and had proven to her brothers that she could take care of herself... as long as she stayed right by their sides. Y/n had been studying, not just in school. Every chance she got, she was prying information from Sam or Dean about hunting. Practicing how to use different forms of defense, and being on the look out for anything. She now had finally gotten herself into the real deal.

The three of them walked through an abandoned farm property, looking for any hidden rooms, since the rest of the house was suspiciously clear. "We should go check the barn out back." Y/n whispered. "Okay, but for now, you stay here." Dean whispered back.

"Why? there's nothing here. We've looked everywhere and there is no nest." y/n stated.

"Well, that's what they want you to think, but it wasn't at the last house so it's gotta be here."

"Shhh!" Sam spat. Hearing a crash from somewhere in the house.

Everyone froze, being as still and quiet as they could, trying to listen for any noises. It was silent, until a floorboard creaked from behind Dean. He jumped around, but before he could strike, everyone was knocked unconscious. None of them got a chance to see what hit them as it was too dark.

Y/n woke up in a cold and dark room. The floor was cement, and the walls were stone, it was likely a basement room. Shortly after coming to, she heard the ceiling above her creak and the walls too. Footsteps thudded on the floor outside of the room she was in, and she heard the ceiling creak once more. Y/n panicked, and resumed her position on the floor where she woke up, pretending to still be knocked out.

The door flung open, she squinted her eyes the most she could while trying to look asleep. A dark figure walked over to her, she could see another figure behind him, holding the door open. She was suddenly lifted off the floor, her body limp and hanging in the grip of whoever was holding her.

"Nope, still out. Let's give it another hour." A deep voice spoke. They let go of y/n's body, letting it thud back to the floor. The two figures left. Y/n sat up slowly, feeling the ache from being thrown onto cement. 'A ladder?' She thought, seeing one against the wall outside the door. One set of footsteps walked away, another set sounded like they were climbing the ladder, as the wall creaked again.

Y/n listened closely to the creaks and heard the ceiling again, 'a trapdoor!' It had to be. It sounded like it was just above the door to the room she was in. After listening for a while, it grew quiet again. Y/n got up and tried opening the door, no luck. It was locked. Y/n knew she had to alert her brothers somehow, wherever they were. For all she knew, they could be in another locked room themselves.

Sam and Dean both woke up in the barn that was behind the house. Dean sat up abruptly in the hay, looking around for y/n once he spotted Sam. "Y/N!!"

"She's gotta be somewhere in that house. C'mon!" Sam hurried.

The two men walked through out the house again, pacing every room back and forth, looking for anything they could have missed. "Dude, I can't find any levers, or buttons... no hidden doors. Fuckin squat!" Dean was starting to get worried and pissed, not knowing how long they were out and how long y/n had been separated.

Sam, stepped on something uneven. Raising his foot, he looked at the dark floor and saw a bit of silver shining in the moonlight. He picked up the object, which happened to be y/n's charm bracelet.

Dean looked at Sam holding up the charms, stunned to say the least. "That ain't good, we need to find her, quick." Dean started, rushing past Sam, ready to look wherever he had to.

"Wait! Dean look...." Sam kneeled down, taking in the details of the floor they had completely missed. They had been walking all over it this whole time. "Dean, it's a trap door!"

They both kneeled down and found a flat switched embedded in one of the floorboards. Sam pressed the switch, a square in the floor creaked open, revealing a hidden basement. "Let's go."

Sam and Dean came across a long hallway, that went in two directions. Both sides of the walls had doors to other rooms. "She's gotta be down here." Sam whispered.

"That probably means the nest is also down here." Dean huffed with worry.

The two split up to start checking the rooms. Dean started with the door next to the ladder that led them down there. He busted it open to find y/n sitting on the floor. "Y/N! Thank god, are you okay?" Dean sighed in relief.

"I'm fine.... did you find my clue?" she asked hopefully.

"Your clue??"

"Yeah, I slid my charm bracelet through the floor."

"You did that? How... what..... I'd love to hear how you came up with that later, because I think you led us right to the vamp nest." Dean smiled proudly.

~

It had been 5 long days since y/n went missing. Of course, Sam and Dean hadn't stopped for anything until they found her. They had not slept, barely ate, there was no breaks, no stopping. They had grown tired after searching almost every lead they had.

The two sat at the table in their motel room in silence, too irritated and exhausted to say anything unless it was important. "I'll be back." Dean stood up, grabbing his jacket.

"Where ya going?" Sam asked.

"To look for y/n".

Sam sighed. Dean always blamed himself if Sam or y/n were in trouble. No matter the situation.

Dean pulled up to the school where the first kid went missing. Putting the car in park, he got out and walked around the campus, trying his best not to look suspicious. School was still in session despite the mysterious disappearances, which made it hard to investigate. Y/n was a big help in the case, being able to blend in as a student, until she went missing too. Sam and Dean had checked all the surrounding places that had a connection, yet, nothing.

Dean circled the courtyard, eyeing the buildings, trying to think of literally anything, when he remembered... The old building behind the school. The one that wasn't in use anymore, they were planning to knock it down soon. It made so much sense now, they were hiding in plain sight. He picked up his phone to dial Sam, letting him know to meet him over there as he picked up the pace on his way over to the building.

Dean scanned the area around him, making sure no one was looking before approaching the front steps. The front doors were boarded shut, he tried to make them give but had no luck. He circled the building to the back door when he noticed a shine catching his eye.

Y/n's charm bracelet sat in the dirt and gravel near the back door. He picked it up with care, and put it in his pocket. Dean was able to get in the building, it was full of mold and broken down old school supplies. He walked down endless hallways, looking through every door until he found y/n. Handcuffed to an old radiator on the ground. Rushing over, he shook her gently, trying to wake her up.

"Dean!" Sam called out from a distance. He stood up and poked his head around the hallway. "Hey! Did you find her?" Sam asked frantically.

"Yeah, I got her. Help me find some of the other kids." He said as he rushed back to y/n. Her head and arms had dried up blood all over them, and looked as if she was dragged through dirt.

"Y/n, c'mon sweetheart, wake up." she slowly nodded, with fluttering eyes, becoming more alert once she saw Dean.

"oh my god, Dean!" She spoke softly, reaching out for him but was stopped by the cuffs. "One sec, I got it." He assured.

Once she was free, she gently wrapped her arms around him. "You found me.... I was worried you wouldn't." Her eyes welled with tears.

Dean held her shoulders and reached into his pocket. "Baby, I will always find you." He said as he hooked her bracelet back onto her wrist. She sniffled a heartwarming smile back at him.

~

Sam and Dean stood in front of y/n, and also y/n. The 3 of them were hunting a shifter, and it had taken y/n's form. Now it was down to which y/n was the real y/n.

"Guys. c'mon it's me! Trust me." y/n whined.

"Stop! No, I'm me. I know it's hard to tell right now but it's really me!" y/n also whined.

"Here...." y/n slowly kneeled down and placed her gun on the ground. The other y/n still clutched her gun tightly. A determined look set in her eyes.

"I wouldn't hurt you guys. You know that." she stood up slowly without the weapon.

Sam and Dean gazed between the two versions of their sister. "I'm not sure you can keep that promise." Sam spat. Y/n lunged at Sam as he pulled the trigger. She fell to the ground, all 3 of them stood frozen for a second before seeing the body start to melt. They all let out a heavy breath.

"Thank you, for not shooting me." y/n snickered, lowering her gun. "How'd you know?"

Sam reached for her wrist. "Guess it wasn't able to replicate your good luck charm." He smiled at the charms on her bracelet.

~

It happened so fast. None of them saw the last one that hid behind the corner. A shot rang out, the bullet snuck past Sam who held his gun up. He fired his weapon, taking out the last guy. He let out a greedy breath, looking over at Dean who gave him the same relieved look.

"Nice one, brother." He patted his shoulder. "You too y/n." Dean and Sam looked behind them, only to jump when they saw y/n clutching her stomach hunched over.

"Y/n!? You okay? Lemme see...... umm, okay c'mon. We gotta go." Dean said frantically after seeing all the blood soaking through her shirt. He lifted her up, carrying her to the car and placing her in the backseat.

"Hang on, y/n." Dean kept calling out from the drivers seat, while Sam reached back, holding onto what ever grip she had on him.

"Sammy..... I can't...." Y/n sounded breathy. Holding her palm over her wound.

"Yes you can, just hold on a little longer for me, okay?" Sam hoped his words would help motivate his sister to find strength. They couldn't lose her, not like this.

Dean peeled into the emergency room lot, barely parking the car. The two men jumped out of the car, rushing to the backseat. When they opened the door, y/n was slumped over on her side, unresponsive.

"Y/n, c'mon wake up, look at me." Dean patted her face, holding her in his arms. Nothing.

As they carried her through the doors, it felt like a blank blur of people bombarding them, saying words. Dean froze as Sam called out for help, telling the nurses what happened. Then he felt people tugging y/n away from him. As they started to wheel her back, Dean grasped her hand.

"Sir, please let go, we need to get her medical attention."

Normally, he would've fought to stay with her, but he froze again. Letting go of her hand which then flopped to the side of her.

Sam and Dean waited an excruciatingly long 3 hours before someone came asking for them. A doctor came out and ushered them through the doors.

"Is she okay? What's the deal?" Dean asked impatiently. All the doctor said was 'come with me' so they assumed he was taking them to her. He remained quiet and led them down the hall, motioning them to step into a room. Once they both saw it was an office, they expected the worst.

"Please, have a seat."

"Doc, not trying to be rude, but I've been sitting for 3 hours. I'd rather not wait any longer. How's our sister?" Dean said straight to the point.

The doctor took a deep breath, folding his hands. "Y/n suffered some really bad hemorrhaging from the bullet wound. Once we removed the bullet, we couldn't stop the bleeding...... she stopped breathing a little while before that."

"I'm sorry, but she didn't make it."

Neither of the boys took it well, especially Dean. He refused to believe anything after that, he kept saying 'no' to everything the doctor said.

"Um... is there any way we could still see her? y'know, say our goodbyes." Sam hesitantly glanced at Dean.

"Yes, of course. Give us some time to prepare her. In the meantime, I would start discussing arrangements for-"

As soon as Dean heard that, he turned around and walked out.

Sam stayed and waited until he was able to see y/n. The nurse left to give him his privacy. As soon as he saw her, he broke. Slowly walking over to the bed with tears blurring his vision, he kneeled down and picked up her frail hand. He cringed at the fact that it was still warm, but that warmth was fading. Sam eyed her charm bracelet that was still on. He pinched the charms between his fingers, rotating it around.

"I'm sorry..... I'm sorry we couldn't...." Sam trailed off. Wiping away his tears, he looked at his sister for a while. Taking in her features, trying to permanently memorize what she looked like when she smiled, laughed, looked at her brothers with her big y/e/c eyes.

"I love you."

~

Dean had stormed out of the hospital. He felt like raging against all evil that had ever existed, so upset he could flip a car. He had always imagined he'd go like this, but not his little sister. Only 20 years old, and it was all taken away from her, from him, from them. Dean didn't know what to do or where to go, so much was going through his mind. He opened baby's driver door and sat inside, letting the silence consume the vehicle for a few moments before speaking up.

"Cas..... we could really use you right now."

.....

"Y/n is dead. And... she shouldn't be. I know it's a lot to ask, but this is y/n we're talking about."

.....

"Cas...?" Dean sat a while longer, waiting, waiting for Cas, or a sign. Anything.

"Please, Cas. I'll do whatever I have to, I'll sell my soul, I'll make a trade. I don't know, anything."

Still, nothing. No response. Nothing.

Sam walked outside to the car since Dean wasn't answering the phone. He saw him sitting in the car and slowly opened the passenger door, getting in next to him.

Neither of them said anything at first.

"Uh, she's in there, whenever you're ready." Sam tried to hide his sniffles. Dean stayed quiet.

"This isn't the end." He finally spoke up.

"What?"

"She's not dead for good."

"Dean, we can't make another deal like that, if that's what you're thinking. It just leads us into more problems."

"Sam, this is y/n! I don't give shit what I have to do."

Sam stopped there, he knew it wasn't a good time to reason with Dean. He needed to give it time.

"Here." Sam held out his hand. He placed the object in Dean's hand. Dean opened his palm, now holding y/n's charm bracelet.

"What are you doing?!" Dean raised his tone, agitated.

"What do you mean? I-"

"Why did you take this off of her!?" Dean growled.

Before Sam could say anything else, Dean opened the door and stormed back into the hospital. Sam followed, delaying himself a little bit to give Dean some space. He was hoping this would give him some time for closure.

Dean's anger led him into y/n's room a little fast. He slowed his vigorous pace when he saw her. He slowly approach the bedside and sat next to her, gently hooking the charms around her wrist once more. A tear escaped his waterline when he looked up at her, not receiving the smile she always gave him. He squeezed her hand in his, lowering his head with the gesture. Dean sat there for a while in thought, when her hand started to feel different. Almost as if it was less limp. He squeezed it some more subconsciously, but this time felt her hand clench underneath his. He shot up, looking at y/n confused.

"y/n?" Her chest rose up and fell heavily as her body took a breath. "Y/n!?"

Sam overheard and peeked in. "Dean, wha-."

"Get the doctor, now!" He flipped his head around. Sam nodded and ran out confused.

Y/n's chest was now rising and falling in a rhythm, Dean kept saying her name and sweet things. Then her eyes slowly opened.

"y/n!" Dean let out an overjoyed cry. "Oh! sweetheart...."

"help... owh." y/n managed to wheeze out, trying to catch her breath.

"Dean.." she caught a gaze of him. He smiled and fixed her stray hairs on her forehead. "It hurts t-t much." she breathed out, then doctors flooded into the room with Sam close behind.

"Y/n!!?" Sam breathed out as he caught sight of her.... alive.

The doctors started giving her oxygen, medicine and checked her vitals. Dean backed up to give them space to work. "Dean! no.." y/n mumbled.

"It's okay, I'm right here! I'm not going anywhere."

Sam pulled him aside. "Dean! What did you do?"

"Nothing! I swear! She... she was gone when I came in, and then..."

"Cas."

"So, Cas did this?"

Dean nodded, looking back at y/n.

All the commotion died down, y/n was stable. The doctors were confused as hell, but ruled it out as a medical miracle, and were pleased to inform Sam and Dean that she'd be alright.

"So, who do I thank?" y/n asked.

"Cas." Dean smiled.

"Glad to have you back, kid." Sam grinned.

"Me too.... gotta love my good luck charm!" she smiled, jingling her bracelet around.

[fuckyeahcourtneylove]

"For me, growing up, Paula was the coolest woman in the world."

Courtney said in 2023.

Paula Yates was a Welsh television presenter and writer. Yates was best known for her work on two television programmes, The Tube and The Big Breakfast.

She was subjected to intense media attention and scrutiny, owing to her popularity and her relationships with musicians Bob Geldof and Michael Hutchence.

She was sexy, sassy, smart, funny, talented, and she could flirt for the entire planet. She was frighteningly clever, outstandingly witty, intuitive and original; she was a free-thinker.

-

"The last voicemail she ever left me was on the Friday, about the lunch I invited her to on the Monday." said Courtney.

-

Paula died on Sunday, September 17 2000 on her daughter Pixie's 10th birthday, just 3 years after her husband, Michael Hutchence.

She died at her home in Notting Hill in London at the age of 41 of a heroin overdose.

-

In 2009 Courtney said:

"I saw her the day before she died. She was tormented by the tabloids, just tortured. I worry so much about her children, about Peaches and Pixie. What can I do? Is there anything I can do for them?’

Peaches was found dead at her home on April 7, 2014. The inquest found that she also had died of a heroin overdose.

"I believe that I met her for a reason." said Courtney. "She and Peaches are everywhere in my life in London, haunting me."

[pjshermann]

Harold Headcanons

He always wanted to become a writer. His ambition to study law was something that came later in life, in his adolescence. But ever since he was a young child, he loved to write. He’s proud of his work as a law professor, but the real pride of his career are the books he’s written.

After adopting Jude, he went to visit his parents’ graves and told them about his new son. He wished they could have gotten to meet Jude before they passed. He’s knows that they would’ve loved him. -

Before he went grey, his hair was a very dark, almost jet black colour

You have @bombaciouscaboose to thank for this one, but I headcanon that after Jude’s attempt, while he was still unconscious, Harold would sit by his side and read from the Torah or recite prayers. He was never the religious sort, but he found himself turning to prayer after nearly losing Jude

Besides his insatiable sweet-tooth, his favourite kind of food is anything and everything Italian.

His first date with Julia was inviting her over to his place and cooking her dinner. The food was a disaster, but they had a great time regardless, eating takeout in Harold’s living room

Keeps Jude’s law graduation photo on his desk. Both at his home study desk and his office desk at his university. (I actually wrote a fic about this teehee check it out on my ao3 PJShermann)

When Laurence had his twin daughters, he gave both of them the middle name "Harriet" after Harold. Harold cried when he found out.

When he and Laurence were in law school, they had made a similar pact/plan to what Jude and Willem had made for the Camino de Santiago pilgramage route, only theirs was the Via Francigena pilgramage route. The year they were meant to take the trip, was the year Jacob fell ill. They never went.

Speaks a little Russian, because he learned from his grandparents. Though now he can only remember a few phrases and lullabies (one of which he sang to Jude when he had his episode) because he stopped speaking it after they passed.

Actually doesn't really care much for gardening, but Julia wanted a garden in their house, so he helped her plant one and contributed to it's maintenance. When Jude comes along, although he's happy enough to delegate the maintenance to him, he hangs around outside while Jude gardens. He finds that it's during this, and while Jude is cooking, that Jude seems his most peaceful, most relaxed, and he's more likely to hum or sing quietly to himself, so Harold likes to be around to be able to witness it.

Out the four boys, the one who reminds him the most of Jacob in terms of his personality, is surprisingly, Malcolm.

Got his love of writing from his biological mother. Though he hardly knew her since she died when he was too young to remember and Adele was a constant mother-like presence throughout his life, his father gave him his mother's old journals, within which she wrote almost every day, up until the day she died. When he wrote his first book, after his father read it, he'd said to him "You write like your mother did".

Liesl was the one who first asked him out, instead of the other way around. They met through a high-school friend of Harold's, whom Liesl was cousins with. Their first date was to see the opera The Tales of Hoffmann

Get's his affinity for petnames from his father. He used petnames often for Jacob (Buddy, sweetie, my darling) but with Jude, he didn't use them simply because (without knowing really why) he felt Jude might be uncomfortable with them.

He kept a collection of all of the little knicknacks and gifts his grandfather used to give to him. It's why he usually gives Willem a little toy or trinket on his birthday.

On November 10th, the anniversary of Jacob's passing, he takes a long trek around the city and doesn't come back until very late. Part of the reason why he's so ecstatic around Thanksgiving is to deflect from the knowledge that it's the month that Jacob passed in.

Was on his high-school's tennis team as a teen, and they went all the way to nationals (Though they ended up losing then)

When he first met Willem, he hadn't remembered him from the men's suit store he frequented and Willem worked at, until Willem mentioned it to him.

[kazu86sworld]

Hello everyone!

This my new kakayama fic. I wrote this to celebrate kakashi's birthday 😊

Hope you like it!

Happy reading!

And Happy birthday kakashi! 🥰

My Sweetest Birtday

For many people, birthday is a sweet, happy and special day. But not for Kakashi.

For Kakashi, his birthday, September 15, is a sad, bitter, even disgusting day.

It's sad, because on his 10th birthday, the only person he really loved, his mother, left him forever, after two weeks of being hospitalized.

Bitter, because his father was never present on his birthday because he was always busy working and only sent gifts. Even on his 10th birthday when his mother died, his father was also absent, again and again because of business matters abroad.

And it's disgusting, because a few days ago, his father suddenly said he would hold a celebration for his birthday. Not an ordinary celebration at home, but a private party at a luxury restaurant. Business partners, government officials, celebrities, and other wealthy families will come to the party.

When Kakashi asked his father why he was holding a party like that, his father answered "This year you are 21 years old. It's time for you to prepare to be my successor, to lead our company. After all, you just graduated from college with perfect grades, let's just say the party is also to celebrate your graduation..."

So, here he is tonight, in a private ballroom inside a fancy fine dining restaurant at Konoha. Standing with a luxurious black tuxido beside his father. Invitations began to arrive. As his father said, they were the upper class of society in Konoha, business partners, officials, celebrities, and a number of rich families. Kakashi could see the faces of those who pretended to be sweet and friendly just to get connections and profits from the Hatake Corp (the largest construction company in Konoha).

"Go meet them!" Sakomo said.

"Not interested..." Kakashi answered lazily.

"Don't be childish, Kakashi. This is an important moment..." said Sakomo.

"Important for you, dad. Not for me..." answered Kakashi.

"This is important for our family!" Sakomo said in a firm tone. "There are some important people here. You have to start getting to know them and start building relationships. This is to maintain the stability of our family business in the future."

Kakashi began to feel emotions rumbling in his chest. The feelings of dislike for his father that he had been harboring for so long almost overflowed. If it weren't for his mother's last message before she died to look after his father, he would have vented all his emotions in front of his father.

"Beside..." apparently his father hadn't finished speaking. "Look...some important people came with their daughters. They look beautiful, right? And must be highly educated. Maybe you can choose one of them...dating one of them...or marrying one of them. That's also good for the future of our family business..."

Brakkk!

Kakashi placed his glass hard on the table next to him, startling Sakumo. "Excuse me, dad..." He left the room leaving his father and everyone at the party.

Kakashi rushed into the toilet. Both hands tightly gripped the edge of the sink. His breathing was irregular. His chest was tight. Maybe this was because all the emotions he had been holding back towards his father were on the verge of exploding. But he couldn't possibly express it in the party room.

"Are you alright, sir?"

Kakashi was surprised. He thought there was no one else in the toilet besides him. He turned to the person. A guy, wearing a white hat and turquoise jacket and navy jeans.

"Do you need some help, sir? Should I call someone for you? Or an ambulance?" Asked the guy.

Kakashi didn't answer, his breathing was still uneven.

"Sir?" Asked the guy again.

"No...I'm fine..." Kakashi answered breathlessly.

"Are you sure, sir? But you look unwell, is there anything I can do for you?" Asked the guy, sounds worried. "How about you sit down and catch your breath?"

Kakashi nodded.

"Let me help you..." said the guy. He helped Kakashi sit on the floor, leaned him against the wall, then straightened Kakashi's legs.

"I am sorry sir...but you need to open your mask and loosen your collar so you can breathe better..."

Kakashi did what the guy said, he opened his mask and opened two buttons on his shirt...

"Now breathe slowly, sir...

Kakashi breathed slower and calmer...

"Here, sir. It's new. Drink it..." the guy took a bottle of mineral water from his backpack, opened the lid, and gave it to Kakashi. Kakashi accepted and took a few sips.

"Better?" Asked the guy. Kakashi nodded. The guy smiled in relief.

"Thanks..."

"No problem, sir..."

"Just kakashi, please...I am not that old..."

"Oh...alright, kakashi..." the guy chuckled. "I am Tenzo..."

"Ten-zo..." kakashi repeats it. "Nice name..."

"Thanks. Kakashi isn't bad too..."

Kakashi laughed small.

"If you're already better, I think I can go now..."

"Wait! Tenzo...Could you...do me favor?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"I need to get out of here..."

"You want me to help you walk to the front door?"

"No. I mean I need to go out from here through the other door...not the front..."

Tenzo looks confused.

"I don't want anyone to see me go out of this place..." added Kakashi.

"Have you done something bad?" Tenzo looked hesitant.

"No...no...honestly I should go back to the party up the stairs. But I really don't want to go back there. If anyone sees me, I'm sure they will drug me back to the party... "

"Oh...umm...honestly I still don't understand, but yeah I think I can help you..."

"Really?"

Tenzo nodded. He then took off his hat. Immediately, her long brunet hair fell down to her shoulders. He smoothed his bangs. Kakashi didn't expect Tenzo to have long hair, bangs, and when combined with his dark and wide eyes, Tenzo looked...pretty.

"Wear this..." said Tenzo while giving him his hat.

"What?"

"You need to get out of here without anyone noticing you, right?"

Kakashi nodded.

"Then wear this hat. Take off your tux and wear my jacket. Also wear your back mask. We will go out from here through the back door at the kitchen. Come on!"

Kakashi did as Tenzo asked. Then Tenzo leads their way to the kitchen. There are several chefs and cooks who look busy with their jobs. Kakashi worried that one of them would notice him, but luckily they just focused on their jobs. Sure they have to focus, because there is a luxury party upstair.

Now both of them are outside the restaurant.

"Finally we are outside..." said Tenzo relieved.

Kakashi thinks that sooner or later his father will realize that his son isn't around and will order his guards to look for him.

"Umm...Tenzo..."

"Yes?"

"What will you do now?"

"What will I do now? Um...I will meet some friends.. Why?"

"Can I go with you?"

Tenzo looks shocked and confused.

"You want to go with me????"

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to be rude or bother you...I just don't know where to go now..."

Tenzo sighed "Alright....you can go with me..." Then they walked side by side.

"So, Kakashi...."

"Hmm?"

"May I ask some questions?"

"Sure..."

"You said that you can't go back to the party in the restaurant? What party is it?"

"My birthday party."

"What??? Are you serious???

"I am..."

"But, how come you don't join your OWN birthday party????"

Kakashi sighed "I don't like being there...."

"But the people there will be confused because you are not there, right?"

"Yeah....my father would be the one who most confused there..."

"Unbelivable..." Tenzo shook his head.

"Don't worry, Tenzo. How about you? Why did you come to the restaurant?"

"Oh...I delivered some ingredients there. I work at Ichiraku Bakery. We sell breads and the ingredients too. I deliver some ingredients to the restaurant every Sunday. Today is not Sunday of course, but the restaurant said that they need more ingredients because there will be a special event there. Now I guest the special event is your birthday party..." Tenzo smiled.

"I see..." Kakashi smiled back.

A few moment later, they arrived at a bridge. Tenzo went down the small stairs that led under the bridge.

"Are your friends..here?" Kakashi followed Tenzo down the stairs.

"They are. They live here..." answered Tenzo

"But...this is under the bridge. I don't know there are people who live under the bridge..."

"Yeah...they actually don't want to live here too, but they have no choice. They don't have money to rent or buy a house. They don't even have enough money to eat or go to school..."

"Really?" Kakashi was truly shocked. All this time he did not know that there were people so poor in his city.

"But...they are good people...you will like them..." said Tenzo smiling.

They finally reached the bottom of the bridge. Kakashi was surprised. Apparently it was true, there were a number of people under the bridge. There were several children and adults. They were surrounding a fireplace made from used barrels to warm themselves. Suddenly a child turned and shouted "It's Tenzo. Tenzo is coming!"

Suddenly everyone turned around. Then the children ran over to Tenzo. Tenzo knelt down to greet them with a hug.

"We've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you come late?" Said a boy with yellow hair.

"I'm sorry Naruto....." said Tenzo while laughing and stroking the boy's yellow hair.

"Hey Tenzo...is that your boyfriend?" Asked a girl with pink hair shyly.

"What?" Tenzo turned to Kakashi. "No, Sakura..." Tenzo smiled. "He is my friend. His name is kakashi. Say hello to him, guys!"

"Good afternoon, sir!" Said the kids.

"Oh...good afternoon. Don't call me sir, just kakashi please..." said Kakashi.

"You are so handsome, kakashi..." said a girl with blonde long hair.

"Am I?" Kakashi blushed and rubbed his neck ackwardly. Tenzo chuckled.

"Stop teasing him, ino..." said a boy with black hair tied up.

"I'm not teasing him, Shikamaru!" Ino hit Shikamaru's head.

Tenzo laughed then said to Kakashi "Lets meet the others!"

"Tenzo...." said an old woman.

"Grandma Chio..." Said Tenzo.

"Finally, you come here with your boyfriend?"

"No grandma chio. He is my friend. His name is kakashi. We just met an hour ago..."

"Oh...nice to meet you, kakashi."

"Nice to meet you too, grandma chio" nodded.

"But you two look really good together. You know that there is love at first sight, right?" Said Jirayya pretending thinking.

"Stop teasing them, Jirayya. Their faces are already blushing like tomatoes..." said Grandma Chio. Jirayya and the others laughed.

Suddenly Tenzo felt someone squish his hand. "Umm...do you bring some food, Tenzo? We are hungry...." Asked a fat boy.

"Oh, of course Choji..." Tenzo smiled as he stroked the fat boy's brown hair, then took something from his backpack. A box. Tenzo opened the box and immediately the fragrant smell of cake spread. Kakashi was surprised, that smell, that sweet smell recalled a memory in his mind.

"Smells so goooood!" Said the kids.

Tenzo chukled then distributed the dorayaki to everyone. "Eat while it's still warm..."

Each of them took the dorayaki happily and ate it with gusto. Tenzo smiled happily.

After everyone got dorayaki, Tenzo invited Kakashi to sit in a corner not far from the fireplace.

"I'm sorry kakashi, they always tease me about boyfriend things every time I come here..."

"You don't have boyfriend?"

"No..."

"Then I'm honoured..."

"What?" Tenzo blushed.

"Just kidding..." Kakashi chukled.

"There are still two dorayaki. The owner of Ichiraku let me practice making cakes or bread after my work is finished. Take one!" Tenzo handed his dorayaki box to Kakashi.

"Um...I don't like sweets..."

"It's not too sweet. Eat it, while it's still warm..." said Tenzo smiling.

Kakashi took one dorayaki, looked at it for a moment, then bit into it slowly. Suddenly his chest felt tight. The memories came back to his mind. The taste of the dorayaki was exactly the same as what his mother had made. It was Kakashi's fifth birthday. He fell from the bicycle. His knees and elbows were injured. Kakashi cried. His mother immediately came and hugged him, then treated his wound. After that, his mother made dorayaki for him so that he wouldn't be sad anymore.

"Do you know, Kakashi? The sweet taste can cure the sadness we are feeling..." said Tenzo while looking at the Dorayaki he was holding and then eating it.

Exactly. That sentence was also what his mother said at that time. So Kakashi was no longer able to contain his feelings. A tear started to fall.

"Kakashi...you cry? Is the dorayaki not delicious? Did I say something wrong?"

Kakashi shook his head. Another tear dripped again

"Kakashi...you cry? Is the dorayaki not delicious? Did I say something wrong?"

"It's alright tenzo. You did no wrong. I...don't hate sweet, I just feel that sweet taste always remains me about my mom. She also made me a dorayaki like this at my fifth birthday. At that time I cried because I fell from bicycle. She passed away when I was ten. I missed her so much..."

"I'm really sorry, Kakashi...."

"It's alright..." Kakashi smiled.

They were silent for a moment.

"She must be a wonderful mom..." said Tenzo

"She is..." answered kakashi.

"You're so lucky, kakashi...."

Remembering how stressed he had been living with his father, Kakashi answered "I don't think so..."

"Yes you are. I never knew my mom...and my dad. Someone just put me in front of an orphanage shortly after I was born. I grew up there along with other orphans. Until last year I decided to got out of the orphanage and started living independently. Likewise with the children here, Some of them don't have mothers, some of them don't have fathers, and some others don't have both. Sometimes they don't eat because they have no money. They have never been to school too. I wish I had a lot of money, so I could help them more..."

Tenzo's gaze wandered, while Kakashi looked at Tenzo.

Then the kids approached Tenzo and Kakashi. "Tenzo, we've finished eating. Now is bedtime story!" said the yellow-haired child.

"Hmmm...how about we ask our guess to tell a bed time story for us tonight?" Tenzo said while smiling at Kakashi.

"What??? Me???"

"Yeah...that's a good idea!" Said the kids.

"Wait wait...I can't....I don't have any story...."

"Said the magic word..." Tenzo whispered to the kids.

"Pleaaaaaseeeee..." said the kids while clasping their hands together.

Tenzo chuckled.

Kakasho sighed...."Alright....alright...let me think a story first..."

The children cheered happily. They immediately sat close together, some also sat on Tenzo and Kakashi's laps.

Kakashi tried hard to remember any bed time stories his mother had told him before, then started telling the children. They liked it so much, they even clapped happily when the hero in Kakashi's story succeeded in defeating the dragon monster, and saved a beautiful princess and the entire village.

Kakashi breathed a sigh of relief after finishing his story. Tenzo smiled.

"What a wonderful bedtime story! Now, how about we sing a birthday song to Kakashi as a thank you? because today is his birthday.." Tenzo said to the kids.

The children nodded in agreement. Tenzo and the kids started singing "Happy birthday to you..." while clapping their hands. Grandma Chio, Jirayya, and the others also sang.

Kakashi was so surprised. He didn't expect that today his birthday would be celebrated in that way. He felt...so happy.

After finishing the song, Tenzo hugged and kissed each child while saying good night and have a sweet dream. Then Tenzo and Kakashi returned to the bridge.

"I will go home now. I live in an apartment over there..." said Tenzo.

Kakashi nodded. "I'll go home to, I live there near the restaurant.."

"I see. Oh...I almost forgot...here's your tux..." said Tenzo while taking Kakashi's tuxido from his backpack.

"Oh...you're right...here your hat and jacket..." Kakashi took off his hat and jacket then returned them to Tenzo. "Thanks a lot for tonight, Tenzo...I'm really sorry for bothering you..."

"No, it's fine. I feel so happy tonight..."

"Me too...this is the sweetest birthday party I've ever had..."

"Really? Glad to hear that. Happy birthday kakashi..." Tenzo smiled softly.

Kakashi felt his chicks get warmed and blushed. He cleared his throat "Thanks..."

"Okay...See you later, Kakashi!" Tenzo turned and walked home.

"See you...soon, Tenzo." Kakashi also turned around and walked towards his house. He didn't know for sure whether the party at the restaurant was over or not, but he was sure that his father would be furious. But, it doesn't matter. Surely his father's anger would subside if Kakashi said that he was ready to become his father's successor in running their big company. Because now, he already has a goal. Just like what Tenzo said earlier, he is lucky because he has a lot of money, and with that lot of money generated by his company he will help many poor people and orphans, together....with Tenzo.

@kakashiweek

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Talking to the Moon

Rating: 13+

Word count: Just under 3.5k

Characters: Judith Grimes, Negan Smith (NOT A SHIP!!!!!!); mentions of Carl, Rick, Michonne, Carol, Enid, and R.J.

Setting: Alexandria, post 6 year jump

Content Warnings: sibling grief, talks of death, a little bit of suicidal ideation in here too I think, vulgarity, light talk of typical TWD violence, just lots of sad. Sorry. Fluffy ending tho!

Summary: Judith is getting older, and it’s not fair that Carl isn’t.

Author’s Note: Okaaayy so I really did not want the first piece I published on here to be an angsty vent but life kinda decided to bodyslam me (as usual) so anyways have this lol. I spent all day yesterday writing this in between crying fits and I’m only finishing it now.. oopsie whoopsies. A little context I guess, my older brother was shot and killed 5 years ago, and in 5 years I will be older than he got to be. That’s heavily implemented in here, as well as just the majority of Judith’s dialogue being my own thoughts/feelings. Sometimes it just hits you again, man. My therapist likes me to write it out 🤷🏻 I’m workin on other stuff that isn’t like this so pls bear w me y’all 😭🙏🏽

Beta’d by @murdadixon as alwayysss

Midnight marked her 10th birthday. 

She liked to keep track of time in intervals of five. R.J. was currently an interval of 5. He died at an interval of five. She was reaching an interval of 5 herself, right now. In a demi-decade, she would encounter the age he’d never passed; and in a decade, she would be 5 years older than he’d ever be. Five felt significant, and she did not—she simply felt like her brother’s stand-in. 

Judith sat on the edge of the wooden boardwalk with her legs drawn up to her chest and both arms wrapped around her knees, chin rested atop them, and stared blankly at the water source before her. Tried to mimic its stillness. But she disrupted it, instead, because the tears swimming in her brown eyes splattered down and sent ripples coursing across the surface, growing larger the further they fanned out and expanded. 

That was, similarly, how missing Carl felt. At the start, it was a heavy impact, it obliterated the calmness, and as the years blazed past, it got further away and yet simultaneously… bigger. How could something shrink and grow? How could she grow, every day; and yet consistently feel as if she were being pushed back, made smaller? Small enough to be back in his arms again, like before, like that final night she knew him. 

She would appreciate his last words this time. She would wrangle her brain up into her juvenile hands and pin it down to carve them over the top of her damn hippocampus to keep them there; even if it did mean her blood got everywhere, even if it meant she lost all the rest of her cognitive function. Truthfully, she did not want to function this way. Being medically brain dead would be a graciousness. Or maybe just being bit.

Feeling the fever Carl did would unite them in a way. 

The panels beside her creaked recognizably, a familiar gait and stride, and Judith’s fingers twitched to move instinctively for a gun she knew she wouldn’t brandish. The scuffed tips of two large black boots entered her peripheral vision but she did not turn her gaze. 

“Hey there, Miss Grimes.” 

Negan sat in a loose mirror of Judith’s position—he struggled with holding his legs in exactly the same manner and had to improvise considerably. He got himself comfortable with his legs toward his chest but with a short gap between his thighs, toes pointing outward instead of inward as Judith’s were, and both forearms crossed above his knees to lie his head upon. 

“Don’t really like water, kid, but I’m diving in there after ya if you jump, so please don’t, alright? For me?”��

The preteen wiped her right cheek against her bicep and tilted her head to rest the left cheek against the adjacent knee and look at her guest. Her eyes weren’t really seeing him, but she was trying to acknowledge the fact that he’d joined her. “How’d you get out?” 

He ignored that she ignored his question and instead plastered on the usual grin, even if the edges were heavy and worn down, and lifted a finger to his smile. 

Shhhh, it’s a secret. It went without saying. 

“I should shoot you. I brought my gun,” she pestered, poking a bear with a stick. Only, this bear was a puppy. And the humor behind the words didn’t reach her tone. 

He decided not to address her monotony.

“Mmhmm. Right.” 

“I would.” 

“I know,” he grinned again, more genuinely, and his side administered a dull throb almost out of nostalgia. She had, in fact, shot him. He wouldn’t challenge that.

There were only a few moments that went without speech. Judith found herself gazing ahead again, tapping her right cowgirl boot without tempo because it was simply to alleviate the odd, incessant gnawing in her gut that screamed to bounce her leg, or else. 

“Why don’t I get to have a word?” she blurted out, albeit quietly, almost unaware that Negan could not read her mind and was clueless to what she really meant. The man hummed questioningly as if to say ‘continue,’ and Judith finished verbalizing the thought. “I mean… mom’s a widow, and you’re a widower. Enid is an orphan. Aunt Carol is a v- vi..lo..mah, she lost her daughter Sophia.” The young girl struggled on the pronunciation momentarily before returning to the point. “But what am I? Just… a kid who lost a brother? Don’t I deserve a word? Doesn’t Carl? I think he deserves more than one. I would give him them all.” 

In truth, Negan would not have heard the second half of her statement had they not been knee-to-knee. Even from only having a view of the profile of her face, he could tell that she was fighting back the need to cry. The intensity with which she swallowed, the twitch of the corners of her frown, her small nostrils flaring. She was probably also avoiding allowing her voice to crack. 

Kids don’t ever deserve to feel this way. Adults can hardly even cope with loss. He’d seen it sometimes before, the occasional teen with swollen eyes and dark circles wordlessly offering him a slip with a small, rectangular obituary card stapled to the top left corner to excuse a few days of absence after the passing of a parent, guardian, or otherwise crucial family member. And similar to now, he truly tried his best… when it came to situations like that. It was hard—shit, it still is hard, but after eventually grasping that what most of them wanted was to just be heard (and not to be told that a kick-ass exercise routine could distract a weak mind, or about how being a pussy didn’t get you pussy), he’d take his attendance and approach again with a juniors mitt and baseball to throw at the wall and catch while they cried, screamed, shook, even dissociated some of them. He’d never been a great man, or honestly even a kind teacher; Savior Negan essentially just carried on acting as he had before Lucille’s confrontation, diagnosis, and passing; but the kids who saw through him loved him. When the rest loathed to hear ‘Mr. Smith,’ though no one was to blame for that but himself. To the damaged kids, the whole façade of coolness he tried to upkeep around his classes was utter horseshit because they found him badass when he let them bitch about things without taking to the nearest phone as a mandatory reporter. 

Judith was, arguably, the most mature ten year old with significant trauma that he’d ever sat with. Children that young hadn’t been his area of work, really, but there were a handful of times one of his high school students had to drag along a little sibling because they’d emancipated after the death of the only responsible parent, were granted custody of the kid, and the younger had a day off. Other stories, heavily similar or drastically different, with the same outcome. Judith was more put together than half of the seniors that had dished their shit out on him. In a strictly militant world and with no empire turning to him for guidance, there was no excuse to be assertive around her age bracket. He would tell her she was strong, that she was an Amazon warrior who could brave anything and then have to explain Wonder Woman comics, but the probability was massive that she could only grasp some variation of control over herself in these heavy moments because life now held a sickening promise that anything could be marred with a streak of blood. That you have to always be ready to mourn. 

So fucked up. 

His prior internal assessment to remain silent and give her more time to process her feelings into words proved correct when Judith turned her head back in his direction again with more to express to him. 

“Dad isn’t here anymore to tell me what Carl was like at my age. Or tell me stories about before everything got bad. And mom wasn’t around for all that stuff. But even if she was, I- I hate always hearing about him from other people. About how they won’t ever get to see him grow up. Why does everyone else get to remember my brother? Why doesn’t anybody care that I gotta know he’s not watching me grow up anymore? I want to remember Carl on my own, but I was too little!” Her delicate voice shattered beneath the weight of her last sentence, and the way her eyebrows were flying into all different angles on her face betrayed that her developing mind didn’t know what to do with the guilt that ignited furiously behind her ribs for seemingly such a selfish notion. It was a vicious fact that Judith almost never understood what she was feeling, not acutely. 

But, she trusted Negan. He’d told her things that no one else had cared to let her know. About Abraham. About Glenn. About Sasha, Denise, uncle Daryl. Everyone she loved had been damaged by him in some way, but… they’d all together affected him, too. 

Maybe he changed. Or maybe he’d been keeping this Negan safe. Whatever the case, here he was, out of his cell, not even allowing his knee to bump her own. 

This man had killed people? He was the kindest one here to her. Especially when it came to stuff like this. Other Alexandrians always dismissed her; she didn’t have any “adult” problems worth sparing their time for. How could the big bad wolf be so tame? 

Judith wiped both of her eyes and straightened her left leg out halfway. “If… if Carl hadn’t got bit, what do you think things would be like now?”

And that question certainly beckoned an answer. He had been allowing her to talk as much as she felt necessary tonight, content to simply sit quietly and be an ear for the little girl as she often was for him. His skull would have been split open on one of those prison walls years ago had it not been for his little window and Judith’s spark of rebellious humanity. 

Negan responded honestly, as was always the case with her. “I woulda killed every last one of these dickwipes, and brought you and Carl back to the Sanctuary with me. I don’t kill kids. But I don’t think your brother would have been too crazy about that. Nah, with those titanium balls of his, he would have taken me down, torn all of my people apart limb from fuckin’ limb. Yeah…,” he peered down at Judith, who was just watching him with her elbow on her extended knee and her cheek rested on her palm. No signs of distress. He continued on. “Yeah, Prick thought he was a badass, but Carl? Well, he was the real badass. Anybody could’a killed me, my bet was on him. Catch me off guard, I wouldn’t have fought back. I think he would have stocked one of my big ass trucks with everything he needed and taken off with you knowing he won. But he also would have lost everything.” 

Now, Judith’s energy had shifted back into that murky cloud it had resembled before. Not entirely, but to a noticeable degree. Negan cursed under his breath. 

“Did I scare you talking abou-” 

“You think Carl would have raised me all on his own? You really think he would have done that?”

“Oh, I know it,” Negan nodded adamantly, without aggressive urgency, and chipped a piece of plastic from the aglet of his shoelace to chuck into the water. “Carl loved you more than anyone else, I think.” 

A brittle, cracked sob drew his attention immediately to the little girl beside him, left hand reaching out to comfort on instinct and then hovering uselessly between them. Judith gave her permission with action instead of words; turning her legs off to the side to be able to roll onto her right hip and notch herself against Negan’s side. She rested her head against his knee and old tears from her cheek seeped through the thin material of his jumper. The previously awkward arm dropped around her own and he settled for hanging his hand at an outward angle away from her body. He’d comfort the kid but any one of the adults here would send Michonne into a goddamned stroke by reporting that he’d made an attempt against her daughter's life by, say, scratching the back of her head. Some asinine bullshit. He wouldn’t risk it, and not because of himself. No, he’s a big boy and can handle his own conflicts. But Judith would get in so much unnecessary trouble. 

After taking a minute to gather herself, Judith whispered, “I think I would have liked that better.” 

“…What, Carl taking care of ya?” He queried. “Y’know that means you wouldn’t have your mom, or dad, or-”

“Mommies and daddies die before their kids do, or they’re supposed to. Siblings are- they’re supposed to be there the whole time you grow up, and after. You’re supposed to live your life together. And they’re not supposed to die before you mom and dad do.” 

“Kid-”

“I want Carl. I’d give up anyone here to get him back.” 

It proved remarkably difficult given how much taller he was than her, but Negan managed to make do. He tilted his neck to a sideways angle and rested his head on top of hers whilst fishing through his right pocket. 

Judith peeked up at him. “What’re you doing? Are you gonna stab me for making you sad? I’ve still got my-”

“No. Don’t be nosey,” he goaded and even ventured so far as to stick his tongue out and wrinkle his nose. Her head dropped back down to his leg just as quickly as it rose, and Negan’s fingers closed around the surprise. 

“Sounds like a candy wrapper…,” she mumbled, still too lost in her own head and the darkness residing. 

Two bright blue pouches withdrew from his pocket, and his brown eyes traveled skyward. “Moon’s right above our heads now. Means it’s midnight. I got ya a gift.” 

A second, smaller pair of brown irises gazed upon the same sky, and her bottom lip began to give way into trembles again so Negan damn near shoved the quite literally sweet present directly in front of her face. 

Judith blinked, eyes focusing on the text in front of them that stood out violently against the package design. “What’s ‘Razzles?’” A small hand accepted the curious, but still exciting new treat, and read the yellow script surrounding the name at the top and bottom. “‘First it’s candy, then it’s gum’? What’s gum?” 

Negan had already ripped his open. “You’re about to give me one fat ass kiss, Miss Grimes,” he mused delicately, tossing three colorful disks into his mouth.

His much younger counterpart followed suit, unsure of how to react while the candy crunched before a scintillating smile broke out across her face and two more pieces joined the first. “Where’d you get these?”

“…Okay, don’t laugh,” he deadpanned, and couldn’t help but smirk when Judith narrowed her eyes at him and raised an accusatory eyebrow, still blissfully chewing away. “I’ve gotta secret admirer.” He drew his shoulders up into a loose shrug, threw his hands out in a ‘surprise!’ gesture and dropped his mouth open to an overly enthused smile as the preteen choked on gum. 

“WHAT?!? What do you mean?! Tell me, tell me!” 

He wouldn’t comment on how much tension finally dissipated from his body and mind at the eager enthusiasm on Judith’s face. This had all been so… glum. “Don’t know, but they slip me goodies through the bars on the window. I asked Father Freaky for some paper to draw, keep my mind busy y’know, and left a note up there requesting a special birthday gift for my best friend. They got dropped in this morning.” 

“So, someone here in Alexandria?” she asked, munching her way through her bag of sweets. There was a twinkle in her eyes, finally, so he’d entertain it. 

He shrugged idly. “I’d assume so. I’ve got my fingers crossed there’s some freaky deaky coming my way!!” 

“Oh, ew. There it is, you ruined this whole thing.” Judith pushed on the side of his knee with both hands to amass enough force to actually shove his leg over. 

“Damn. This whole thing, huh?” 

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, her mouth now so full of chewed up gray gum that speaking proved difficult. 

Negan chomped down on a considerable number of candies all at once and reached for Judith’s own pack of Razzles. “Alright, I’ll just take this then, since I fucked up your birthday and all.” A deep, rumbling laugh burst forth from up out of his chest when the ten year old shouted ‘NO!!!’ and a huge wad of gum rolled out of her mouth to plink into the water and bob along to float elsewhere. The pout her bottom lip garnished was impressive and Negan glanced around to the houses in the distance behind them, all of the windows being dark with the quiet insinuation of sleep, to ensure the absence of scrutinizing eyes before taking one of Judith’s hands into his own to unload half the contents of his own candy until her palm was overflowing and a few stray pieces thumped down against the wood. Negan administered the 5 second rule with a quickness and claimed them for himself. 

“Thanks,” she chimed faintly, and set about organizing the surplus of thin, cylindrical candies into separate groups of yellow, purple, orange, pink, and blue. 

Negan tucked his hand back to his side and pointedly did not give any attention to the prominent droop Judith’s shoulders adopted afterward. He wondered fleetingly if anyone in town ever just… gave the kid a hug. “Ah, don’t worry about it. Really. It’s not like I went out and found these myself.” He pointed one of his own bits of candy at her and added, “Well, you can always just find my paramour and thank them yourself.”                

She tilted her head back against his arm to smile up at him. “You just want me to get you deets. You have a crush on this person already, uncle Negan?” 

“I’ll love anybody who gives me attention at this point,” he shrugged again, tone steady despite the admission. “Aren’t I hopelessly in love with you, Miss Grimes?” 

Her braid swung and the sheriff’s hat far too oversized for her head shifted slightly out of place when she nodded. She tucked the intertwined strands of hair behind her ear after they fell into her face and tickled her nose. “I never hear mom say that she loves me.” 

“Ah, she does.” He tapped a finger against his temple once he knew Judith was looking at him and would see it. “She’s got a lot going on up here. But I bet if you went up to Mich and told her first, she’d say it back.” 

The young girl nodded again, though this motion was a simple, stiff jerk and only once. Drastically unlike the one he’d earned for himself just moments prior. Judith didn’t believe that Michonne really loved her, but she could easily surmise that he did. “Love you, too,” she murmured and a hefty sigh followed closely behind. Judith tapped the toes of her boots against the boardwalk and followed Negan’s offered instruction to bravely attempt blowing her first bubble. It snapped into a sticky disaster on her lips. The pair fell into a comfortable, innocent, expectationless silence. Negan eventually polished off the last of his candy and crumpled the wrapper up to tuck away into the pocket he retrieved it from, along with Judith’s once she’d finished her own. She was, reasonably, exhausted, and it didn’t take long for him to realize that Judith had drifted off leaning against him. 

Next thing he knew, the clouds were graying and little hands were nudging his arm, accompanied by a sleep-slurred voice telling him to wake up. His legs were numb from having remained in the same seated position for what had to be at least a couple hours, but Negan still managed to get himself up into his feet and follow her along as she led the way to his cell. A sheepish smile and tired shrug was all he could muster when her eyes lingered on the lock and bobby-pin discarded haphazardly in the middle of the concrete. He took his place on his cot and watched the child close the bars behind him and slide the lock back into place. 

Judith turned from him to walk away, but threw a drowsy smile over her shoulder and waved. And pointless as it was, he spoke after she’d left and her shadow had already passed by his solitary window.

“Happy birthday, kid.” 

I think I get attached to characters like Negan who are dangerous and have soft hearts because that’s exactly what my brother was like.

I miss my Carl ❤️‍🩹

This is my first time writing for TWD, and the first work I’m posting in over 2 years, so I hope it’s good for y’all 🥺

[civicmuses]

I know I posted a link to my DeviantArt submission, but here's a full picture of my Sally and Elias' family tree.

1st line:

Alexander is the first king of the modern royal Acorn family. After uniting the separate mobian tribes all over the Acorn Archipelago to form the Kingdom of Acorn, Alexander was named king of his new kingdom and his wife, Angelica, was named queen.

2nd line:

Alexander and Angelica had three children: Theodore, Edith and Cornelius. As his eldest son, Theodore was named the next king of the Kingdom of Acorn. He was betrothed to Alice, who he was wed to shortly after his 18th birthday. As king, he continued to manage the Kingdom of Acorn's grow in it's power.

3rd line:

Theodore and Alice had two children: Emerson and Diana. While Emerson was initially named the next king, he was tragically shot dead by a human. It was an accident, really: Emerson and that human (a teen boy named Paladin) were messing around with a gun and when Paladin aimed at a nearby Flicky, Emerson took the bullet and bled out. In his grief, Theodore banned contact with the United Federation and banned firearms (until it was overruled during the Great War). Diana was born later in Theodore's life. And despite being a female, she was made queen of the Kingdom of Acorn shortly after her father's death. She was married to William.

4th line:

Diana and William only had one son: Julius. Due to being so unprepared for being queen, Diane spent most of her time preparing her son for his role as king. Following a near death experience as a young man, Julius became very religious and introduced a number of religions into the kingdom. He was betrothed to Julia.

5th line:

Julius and Julia had two children: Romulus and Aelia. As king, Romulus spent his time, building up the kingdom's power and authority. He made very well sure that he was viewed as a good ruler. He was betrothed to Rhea.

6th & 7th lines:

Romulus and Rhea had one son: George. George was spoiled rotten by both of his parents. So much so that he deemed himself perfect. Under this delusion, he started a war with the United Nations (King George's Folly). Due to losing war and a variety of other bad decisions, the court deemed him unfit to rule and rendered him powerless until his passing. He went to the grave thinking he had no faults.

George has 6 ex-wives (yes, this is a reference to King Henry's 6 ex-wives). The first was Catherine (chipmunk), a noble from a colony in Efrika, who he was initially betrothed to before he began seeing Anne (the Skunk), a noble from Eurish (in the Sonic equivalent of France), who became his 2nd wife. He then began seeing Jane, a noble from Avalon, who died shortly after giving birth. Then, he married Maria, a noble from the Sonic equivalent of Germany, before he began seeing Joyce, another noble from Avalon, before he ended up with Maud. Maud was his wife until the day he died.

8th line:

George only managed to have 3 kids: Elizabeth, Margaret and George I. George I, his only son via Jane, was killed during the war. Margaret, his youngest daughter via Anne, mysteriously disappeared during the war. With no other heir, Elizabeth, his eldest daughter via Catherine, was made queen. Disgusted by her father's actions, she spent most of her time mending the relationship between the Kingdom of Acorn and it's citizens and rebuilding the kingdom from the war. She was betrothed to Walter.

9th line:

Elizabeth and Walter had one son: Reginald. Reginald was a romantic at heart who loved to write poetry. He ushred in a new wave of arts exploration in the kingdom. He was a bad poet. Instead of being bethrothed, he married his wife, Caroyln, after meeting her during a trip to a colony in Tralius.

10th line:

Reginald and Carolyn had three children: twins Silvanus & Silas and Christina. The older of the twins, Silvanus, was made the next king. Not feeling like the kingdom was doing enough, he made a lot of questionable decisions in order to strengthen the kingdom's authority and control. He was betrothed to Loida.

11th line:

Silvanus had two daughters: Charlotte and Katharine. Due to having no male heirs, Charlotte was named the next queen. As queen, she tried to quickly broker peace with the United Nations. It was often speculated that she only did this just so she could travel the world. During her travels, she met and married Charles.

12th line:

Charlotte and Charles has two children: Frederick and Rosetta. As king, Frederick endured the Great War with the United Nations. Despite the conflict, he was extremely open and welcoming during his reign. Following Alexander’s example, he tried to open his kingdom to new people and ideas. He was betrothed to Helen.

13th line:

Frederick and Helen had three children: Nigel, Max and Julayla. Nigel is the current king. Following his father’s example, he welcomed individuals like Dr. Robotnik and Naugus into his kingdom…only to be betrayed by them. Spent time in the Special Zone until he was rescued and returned to his throne, where he rules to this day. He was betrothed to Alicia. Max, meanwhile, choose to travel the world where he met Bianca. Julayla, meanwhile, dedicated herself to becoming a mentor to her niece prior to her passing. She was extremely close to Rosie, her cousin via her mother.

14th line:

Nigel and Alicia had two children: Sally and Elias. Once forced into hiding by Dr. Robotnik, Sally and Elias came to form the Freedom Fighters who continue to protect the Kingdom of Acorn to this day. Max and Bianca, meanwhile, had two children: Richelle and Tuftee. Shortly after Tuftee was born, Bianca disappeared, leaving Max with their two kids. It wasn't long until they lost Max as well. They are now under the care of their uncle.

[stefankarlfanblog]

A volcano had erupted on Stefán Karl's birthday

Yesterday's post was about a translation and archival to a Facebook that Steinunn Ólína made on the occuasion, you can read it here!

In the post, she mentioned asking for an eruption for the occuasion from him and a few hours later a dormant volcano erupted in Iceland!

I have found an article detailing this information that I will translate and archive right here.

"Could you make a eruption on the occasion?"

Written by Íris Hauksdóttir on the 10th of July: https://www.visir.is/g/20232438316d/-gaetiru-latid-gjosa-i-til-efni-dagsins-

Stefán Karl and Steinunn Ólína talked openly about the struggle with illness in their time. Photo credited to Valli from Vísir.

Earlier today, actress Steinunn Ólína Þorsteinsdóttir published a heartfelt post on her Facebook page where she remembers her husband, Stefán Karl Stefánsson, who died after a difficult battle with cancer in 2018. Stefán Karl would have turned 48 today.

Stefán Karl's battle with malignant bile duct cancer lasted for two years, the couple talked openly about the illness. Stefán Karl himself was a great fighter against bullying, since he founded, among other things, the organization Rainbow Children.

Stefán Karl was best known for his portrayal of the unlikable Robbie Rotten, who lived a good life within the walls of the children's story about Lazytown by Magnús Scheving, and he graduated from the Icelandic Drama School in 1999.

"Thank you, my Stebbi"

Together, Stefán Karl and Steinunn Ólína had two children, but before that she had two daughters. It is safe to say that the nation has cried with Steinunna Ólína at the death of Stefán Karl, who was a perennial source of joy. In the post she published this morning, she says:

Stefán Karl’s birthday is today 10.07, and he would have been 48 years old. There, Stebbi, Júlía Stefánsdóttir and Steini Stefansson are playing in Mexico, where Stefán chose to rest in the cradle of the Pacific Ocean. “If anyone asks where I am when I’m gone, just say I’m in Mexico!” We know you’re in Mexico, love, but could you make a eruption on the occasion? You are with us every day with joy, love and warmth!

It seems that Stefán Karl made Steinunn Ólína's wish come true, because a few hours later, as is now well known, a volcanic eruption began near Reykjanes. Subsequently, Steinunn Ólína published a new post on Facebook where she simply writes: "Thank you my Stebbi!"

The post that was mentioned: https://www.facebook.com/steinunn.o.thorsteinsdottir/posts/pfbid0vhxxBh5qQqApgEvUkdHqzD1V59FzAGcsUcnLcTx7hkT8bD5JTmzzQiddBsgnQ4G9l

[articus-icecream]

2 with my girl Alexis‼️

OOOOHHHH HELL YEEEAAAHHHH!

Angsty oc ask game

2. Which memory used to be the happiest one, but now they either feel mad or upset whenever it comes to their mind?

Now there are two memories that Alexis will always feel bittersweet about

One is when her parents got her the shark hoodie on her 10th birthday, before she came out to them. She still wears it to this day despite them having abandoned her.

The second one is when Bob officially adopted her after a few months. She had the biggest smile as she held the adoption certificate for the photo. Even after Bob was revealed to be a serial killer and dies, she would still hold onto that picture dearly.

[idiotwithanipad]

Amy Bone's Diary

(During my Era Swap Au where my OC Amy is a blood relative of Humphrey and Sophie)

(TW: graphic illustration of a headles body, descriptions of a public beheading)

May 9th 1570

Tomorrow is my fourteenth birthday. Mama and Papa wrote to some of their friends, they're coming for dinner. Mama's friends speak only French, I'll have to brush up - there's always something I mispronounce or stumble on, Mama doesn't like it when I do that. She's always so strict with me. I think after Nursemaid Marguerite died she just lost her happy side. I was only little when Marguerite died, but I remember her. She was always sneaking me an extra apple if I sat up straight and did all of my classes without fidgeting. I miss her.

Sometimes Papa takes me for walks on the grounds and I teach him words he struggles with. He's getting better, but some words are off. Papa is more fun than Mama, we were at the lake with Grandpapa one day and I splashed Papa with water. He splashed me back and we laughed and got covered in Duckweed. Mama shouted at me to go home and wash myself clean. Papa let's me have more fun than Mama, I don't know why.

Mama doesn't like it when I speak English to anyone aside from Papa, Trudy and Grandpapa. She hopes that one day I could marry a noble French man and move there. I've never been to France, but Mama says it's a beautiful place, especially in the countryside where she was born. But then I wouldn't see Mama or Papa again. I'd miss them. Papa always looks really sad when he has to talk about my getting married, Mama says it's my duty but I think it bothers her too. Grandpapa says I should've been married already, but he's old fashioned so he would say that. He told Mama and Papa that he'd take me into the town tomorrow while they wait for everyone to arrive, he says that there's a special event taking place in the town square. I wonder what it will be?

May 10th 1570

I didn't like town. Not what we saw. Mama and Papa don't know. I couldn't have any food, I feel sick. My eyes hurt, I can't talk. My hands are shaking. I can't get what I saw out of my head. There was a criminal, kneeling in front of a block, blindfolded, rope in his mouth to muffle his cries. An executioner struck his head off with a broad sword. There was blood and bone and pinkish muscle. Some of it even looked grey and purple. The blood came from this sliced neck like someone had just kicked a pot of water to the ground. Grandpapa made me watch It all, even after the man's body fell forward and turned white and the blood stopped flowing. A rat came along into the blood and took little nibbles from the man's severed neck, the muscle twitched and squirmed as the rodent's teeth chewed the horrible wound. It was like he was still alive but unable to move. It was horrible.

So much blood. Everyone was so loud. Blood got on my face, in my mouth, in my eyes, on my dress. Grandpapa made me wash the blood off in a pond outside of town. He told me I'd be in trouble if I told Mama and Papa what happened. He said it will do me good at my age to see what I saw, he said it's a warning to stay in my place or I'd end up like those criminals. I can't remember the last time I hugged Papa so tight. Mama tried to pull me from him because the guests were watching but I slapped her hand away. I don't want Mama. Mama doesn't care, all she wants is for me to be just like her; boring and grumpy.

Mama got angry with me and sent me to my room without dinner. I don't care. I'm not hungry anyway. If I have to see that horrible sight again I don't want food anymore. It has to be passed midnight by now, the house is too quiet. Everyone must be asleep. But I'm not. I can't sleep, I can't even close my eyes without seeing that sight again. Papa is probably sleeping by now, but I want to see him. His end is the West Wing, mine and Mama's is the East Wing, she'd hear me if I left my room. Papa helps things get better, I need Papa

[lets-ignore-that]

MASTERPOST FOR MY FNAF TIMELINE

HEADS UP: MY VERSION OF FNAF STAYS VERY CLOSE TO CANON

I change some names, add on some details, throw out convoluted bullcrap, and add some parts that are my own.

Full thing under the cut!

William was born on October 14th, 1938. He was born to James and Helen Afton. James Afton died in 1944 in WW2. Hellen Afton died in 1994 of natural causes. 

Henry Emily was born on June 10th, 1941 to Edward and Dorthy Emily. Edward Emily passed away in 1995 to natural causes, his wife passed away a year later. 

William moved to America at 18 to go to college for engineering, there he met Henry and they formed a friendship. William met Elanor in 1957 and married her in 1959. Henry met Ruth in 1958 and married her in 1960. 

Ruth Davis was born on November 26th, 1941, to Kenneth and Florence Davis. Kenneth Davis passed away in 1975 to medical issues, Florence passed away in 2000 to natural causes.

Elanor Schmidt was born on February 15th, 1943 to Frank and Marie Schmidt. Frank Schmidt passed away in 1964 to medical issues, Marie Schmidt passed away in 1978 to natural causes.

William and Henry put their degrees to use to start a business and in 1964 the first Fredbears opened, a simple diner featuring Fredbear and Springbonnie. In 1966 after trying to upgrade the springlocks, William suffers a springlock accident but survives, scarring him. The springlocks are eventually perfected.

William and Elanor had their first child in 1969, Michael Afton. 

Fredbears becomes more successful, and eventually more locations are opened. 

Henry and Ruth had their only child in 1971, Charlie Emily. William and Elanors family expands, with Elizabeth Afton being born in 1976, and Evan Afton being born in 1977.

In 1978 William murders his wife with a sledgehammer. He disposes of her body in an unnamed location in the Utah desert. Due to them having marital issues the police don't find enough evidence to convict William and he is not incarcerated. He manipulates Michael into thinking Elanor left them due to her lack of love for them. 

1983, Evans 6th birthday is taking place in a Fredbears Diner. Due to him being terrified of the animatronics, Michael and his friends torment him and push him into the mouth of Fredbear. Evan starts crying, and the moisture from his tears cause the springlocks in Fredbear to activate and his mouth clamps shut, crushing Evans head in it. HE is rushed to the hospital and is put into an induced coma, he passes away 5 days later. 

Evans' death causes Williams mental health to drastically deteriorate, and he starts to abuse Michael more severely than before. William starts to theorize that Evan possessed Fredbear and his soul is in the animatronic. William starts to design different types of animatronics whose sole purpose is to capture children and kill them. A sister location is opened with these new types of animatronics. Elizabeth becomes infatuated with one of the animatronics, Baby based off of her. She obsesses over her, although William tells her to stay away from Baby. At the sister location Elizabeth disobeys her father and goes to Baby, who lures her in with icecream and ends up murdering her. William becomes even more distraught and abusive.

Henry, noticing the problems in his business partner's life and mental state, and proximity to horrific accidents, forces him to leave the company for his own good. He also secretly fears for his own daughter's safety. Henry designs an animatronic puppet to act as a watchguard for her.

One evening at the establishment the puppet ends up being barricaded in her box and Charlie is left out in the rain. William, who was the reason behind the puppets' entrapment, meets her outside, and kills her. He flees the scene. The puppet escapes her box and crawls outside, laying next to her body, she possesses the puppet. 

Despite overwhelming evidence William is not convicted. 

The restaurant in which this occured is shut down.

To expel rumors and allegations the Fredbears Brand is redesigned to Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria. New animatronic designs are made and new locations are opened up in 1987. William disguises himself as a security guard and murders five children, stuffing them into the animatronics. Cassidy is the first child murdered. She shares the suit with Evan.

Due to the murders the restaurant is about to be closed down, but one more party takes place, a security guard named Jeremy Fitzgerald is bitten in 1987. The location is shut down and William is arrested on speculation of the murders. HE is once again let go despite evidence pointing to him. 

In 1993 a new location is opened with the animatronics being refurbished. Michael ends up working there but is fired. At night, William enters the facility to disassemble the animatronics. HE is confronted by the spirits in them and they corner him in a backroom. HE puts on a spring bonnie suit to scare away the kids but the moisture of the room activates the springlocks and he gets painfully killed. He possesses the suit. 

After learning of Williams disappearance/ death Henry walls off back rooms in all of the locations under the guise of “budget cuts”

In 1995, Michael goes to the underground storage facility holding baby and the rest of the sister location animatronics to rectify his mistakes and find out more about his father. Baby and the rest of them manipulate Michael into helping them escape, and they end up leading him into the scooping room, scooping out his organs and killing him, baby  and the others congeal into one animatronic called ennard and enter michaels body. They use his body as an attempt to  conform to civilian life but it starts to rot and it expels ennard. Michaels soul possesses his own body, essentially becoming undead.

After being expelled, infighting causes baby to be removed from ennard due to her being Afton's daughter and refusing to kill Michael. She rebuilds herself and Ennard becomes Molten Freddy. 

30 years pass and the murders essentially become urban legend. In an effort to further dispel the rumors, a horror attraction is opened called fazbears fright. Michael starts working there to continue trying to find his father.  Springtrap is found and moved to the attraction as a prop. Michael and Springtrap fight and Michael sets the building ablaze. Afton escapes but MIchael captures  him and moves him cross country to Henry.  They plan to kill springtrap once and for all. Before Michael can deliver him to Henry, Springtrap escapes once again. 

Ina desperate attempt to end everything and tie up loose ends, Henry opens a location to try and lure everyone into it. It miraculously works and after scrap baby, ennard, springtrap, golden freddy and the puppet are trapped inside, Henry sets the place on fire with him inside it along with Michael to end everything once and for all. 

William is sent to Hell and cassidy, who is extremely malevolent to him, makes her own personal hell for him, she forces the childrens souls to stay there with her and torture him. Henry, who is portrayed as old man consequences, tells Cassidy to leave William to suffer by himself and let everyone go to heaven. She relents and lets everyone free. William stays in hell. 

[cursedcupcakemaster]

This is a prequel of sorts to my ocs and how they came to be.

Each chapter will cover a different character

I don't own twisted wonderland or it's characters they belong to Yana Toboso and Disney

I own Bonniebelle Hattleaxe ,her family, as well as Antabellows

Warnings;implied death, blood, mauling, implied murder, descriptive of gore and blood.

Type:Night Shade Tea

Tales of Antabellows

Chapter 1:Love never truly dies

Bonnie had learned to question plenty of things, espically when there was very little evidence to prove or disprove something however she had also learned to smile to keep control

She learned this at a very young age after all she had seen.

It started back when she was 8 years of age. Her parents Irene and Silas Hattleaxe had gone on a hunting trip with her Aunt Luanne and Uncle Steven to the great outdoors while her grandmother watched her and her little cousin.

After a few days Bonnie's family returned but her father was no where to be seen. She went to her mother asking her where he was and once she heard what happened to him, her heart shattered.

During the trip a game was proposed the husband's and wives split into two teams with Irene joining Luanne while Silas would pair with Steven.

A few hours had passed before a gunshot and a loud shout was heard that Luanne knew was Silas' ,she ran to go see what had happened and before she knew it she found Steve, who was hysterical and it wasn't hard to see why once she turned her head and saw the maimed body of Silas along with a bears corpse. Silas had a large gash in his chest, and his throat had been ripped out by the bear.

Irene had soon come to ask what happened before Steve explained that while they were looking a bear had shown up with Silas attempting to fend it off only to be killed by the beast Steve had managed to shoot it however it was far too late by the time it released Silas and fell dead. Silas may not have always been around but he taught her a lot and she loved him, yet he was gone

Within the week a funeral was arranged for Silas. Many thoughts ran through Bonnie's mind that day. She didn't understand how her father could have died,he was an experienced hunter even if he had left behind his gun.

All the while her mother wore a string of pearls and her red painted lips held a smile. It made Bonnie uncomfortable to even speak to her mother to pose her question

"Why are you smiling mama?" She asked the older woman

At this her mother's smile only grew wider

"He's not truly gone my dear, love never truly dies" Irene said

Bonnie pondered what her mother could have meant by this but she wouldn't understand it for some time.

A few years had passed before her mother had brought home a new beau when she was 9. A toy maker called James. He was kind enough on his own even making some things for Bonnie and her cousins. The man had clearly put effort into his work even Bonnie could recognize this. She came to enjoy her stepfathers' company, her mother was happy too. Sadly this happiness would not come to last. One year later a terrible storm broke upon the family home once night fell. James had been working in the basement when the power went out. A crash was heard and Bonnie's grandmother went to see what it was before she let out a horrified scream. James had been electrocuted while working on his latest project from the evidence it was an anniversary gift for Irene.

Bonnie once more felt the sting of loss. The man who had given her some hope that things would get better was gone after trying to make the family happy. Her mother wore those pearls again another string added this time

"Love never dies" she said to the girl who tried to conceal how she felt about this whole thing.

The next man to come into their lives was a repairman named Dale who Irene met during Bonnies 10th birthday. The man was a workaholic so he didn't spend much time at home but he did make time to at least make sure they all had enough go eat and that all their bare necessities were met knowing full well the family fortune could run out at any time. Bonnie couldn't exactly say she disliked him considering her father had been similar in this manner of thinking. About 6 months passed and Bonnie believed perhaps Dale would be the one to stay. She was certainly mistaken. Her mother had gone to give Dale his lunch that he had forgotten to take with him and she came home with tears streaming down her face and Bonnie knew what it meant.

Dale had fallen from at least 17 stories and his blood along with his brains painted the sidewalk in crimson red. Another funeral came and went, another string of pearls around her mother's neck saying that little saying of hers.

"Love never truly dies"

Bonnie at one point began to wonder If she and her family were perhaps cursed. Surely there was a reason the people her mother married kept leaving their lives.

The last man her mother married gave her some feeling of hope yet again. His name was Benjamin and he was a teacher. Following his profession he was strict with the girl but teaching her all he could, he gave her pieces of candy when he was truly impressed with her work. Under his care Bonnie felt as if she could do much even when he irritated her. Two years had passed and Bonnie believed that this time maybe the supposed curse was gone. Benjamin had organized a special party for her 13th birthday at the shore of the lake that ran through their property. The party went well for some time until her parents had gone away to tend to something. Bonnie had noticed they hadn't come back after a few hours and the sun had gone down. It was her mother's scream that had finally made her realize her worst fear. Everyone ran to see what was wrong and there floating in the water was Benjamin. Bonnie felt her heart sink, Benjamin had made effort to actually understand her and just like that he was snuffed out.

She knew then that these deaths couldn't be coincidence, she couldn't prove anything to what could be the possible answer yet but with hope there was even a sliver of a chance to find answers within the walls of the school the odd man who had arrived to take her to.

She could only hope here that she could find them and with those answers find justice

[azarablue]

My Oc for TMA

TW: Talks of death, car crash and seeing things (let me know if I missed anything)

This is just a compilation of my thoughts and stuff for my OC and, I'm in no way done with Archives so the more I learn the more her story will grow. 🤗💜 this is what I got so far tho

Layla Evergreen

Age: 23

Born April 6th

Statement

Layla was born Janet Carson, from the time she could cry she never wanted to be alone. Especially at night. Once she could talk she stared to tell her parents and anyone who would listen about the "ghost" and "demons" she saw. On April 10th, at age 5 her and her parents where involved in a car crash. Her parents didn't make it, the crash made headlines.

6 months later she was then adopted by the Evergreens and her name was changed and she was moved out of the UK and to America.

On April 10th 8 years after her parents death, she was struck my lightning. She was dead for 8 minutes. The accident left her blind, and somehow, no medical science could explain it, her hair was turned white. But in the lose of her vision, her powers grew. She became able to read anyone's life with one touch.

She worked as a psychic for about 3 years, her powers making it easy, but on the morning of her 23 birthday she woke up from a vision of the Magnus Institute. She moved back home and a week later she went in to finally after all those years to give her statement about what happened on the day of the accident and what she really saw when she died. She left that day with a job at the institute and a new friend, named Martin.

[gingernut1314]

Meet the Oc: Elsie Pendleton

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A/N: I can't draw to save my life so I used picrew to help me out! I couldn't choose just one of course, so here is the links for the first and the second ones I used.

This will also be updated as I continue to write for and flush out this character!!

Setlist:

Dio x Elise Playlist Speedwagon x Elise Playlist

General Knowledge:

Name: Elsie Pendleton

Name Meaning: Pledged to god

Birthday: July 10th, 1868

Nationality: British

Species: born human, then mask-made vampire

Personality: cold, icy, willingness to do anything to survive, obedient/submissive to those she believes powerful and can protect her, fearful, cruel

Likes: Music, playing piano, fruity and sweet wines, sweet treats, being out in nature, the occult, her hair, sunrises

Dislikes: being alone, the dark, the cold, death and even the mention of it

Interesting Fact: Dio's name means "God" in Italian so I when I saw the meaning of Elsie I had to give it to her!

Part 1:

Age: 12-20

Lives In: Liverpool, the West End of London (for a year when she was eleven)

Family: Unnamed father, Unnamed mother (passed), Erina Pendleton (younger sister), Jonathan Joestar (brother-in-law)

Love Interest/parings: Dio Brando, Speedwagon

Looks: Long, white hair (stops just above her tailbone), green eyes, pale skin, icy features, hair is always up unless with Dio in secret, wears a black, tight necklace with a silver pendant on it with Dio's initials engraved into it

Background and Other Facts:

Elise was born with golden blonde hair, the same as her sisters, until she fell through the ice into the lake behind her home, it turning pure white. It is a symbol of her willingness to do anything to survive in the face of death.

After her near-death experience, she grew an interest in the occult hoping, in the back of her mind, she could find a way to stop death from claiming her soul

Always trying to find someone strong and powerful to protect her and keep her from getting killed. Gets anxious when away from this person and will do most anything to get back to them

Elise and Erina used to be best friends but after Elise's near-death experience, Erina believes with her whole heart a wrathful, hellish creature crawled out of the ice and replaced her once beloved sister

Elise goes to live with her aunt in the West End of London to learn piano and the arts so that she can also be near to Speedwagon, who had become her savior at the time and best friend until Dio came along a year later

Elise does not go to India with Erina and their father, instead going back to live with her aunt in London so that she can stay near Dio.

Once Dio finds out she has an aunt in London as well as friends with a street thug, he employs her to start going to get the poison he uses on George Joestar

Dio also has her kill Jonathan's dog because, at that time, he has that much control over her

Elise killed the dog but is guilt-stricken afterward. She hardly speaks and pays Dio and mind which enrages him. Dio, instead of losing his temper, goes and gets her a necklace with his initials engraved into

Dio uses the mask on her first to see if it truly works as it did earlier, turning her into a vampire

Elise helps heal Dio and is lacky until Jonathan and the rest defeat him

After Dio's "death" by fire, she has nowhere to go. Speedwagon, still somehow seeing the girl he once knew in her eyes, took her with him and found a place for her to stay during the day (this is unknown to Jonathan and Erina, who believes she died in the fire)

Part 1.5:

Age: 21-70

Lives In: New York

Family: Erina Pendleton (younger sister), Jonathan Joestar (brother-in-law), Joseph Joestar (grandnephew)

Career: line of high-end hotels all over the globe called "The Nightshade"

Love Interest/pairings: Dio Brando, Speedwagon

Looks: Long, white hair (stops just above her tailbone), wears her hair down, green eyes, pale skin, icy features, tight necklace with a silver pendant on it with Dio's initials engraved into it

Background and Other Facts:

Erina still believes Elise is dead at this point

Elise and Speedwagon travel to America together. She follows him wherever he goes because he is now her only protector and friend.

When they get a small home together using the little bit of money her aunt gave her.

When Speedwagon discovers oil, he moves them into a larger home in the outskirts of New York

She struggles a lot with what she has done in the past, finding her days sleepless and her nights spent doing as much as she can to keep her mind busy.

She hates the creature she has become and only ever feeds when Speedwagon is away

Elise tends to keep quiet and when she talks, it's snippy and comes off as rude. The only person who has been giving her "kind side" is Speedwagon.

She can still feel Dio is alive and keeps it to herself. It's part of the reason she stays quiet. She understands now just how cruel Dio was to her and others and wishes to never be under his control. Her blind, youthful love for him has turned into fear because she still loves him and is scared she would go back to old ways if she ever went looking for him.

Speedwagon tries to get Elise to go meet with Erina but Elise refuses because she knows Erina hates her

Speedwagon worries Elise will leave him because he is growing too old as time goes on and Elise worries he is going to leave her because she never ages.

Speedwagon wants to marry Elise but Elise keeps deflecting his attempts to talk about such things because she sees herself as unlovable and a monster

Around the time Joseph Joestar is 4ish, he and Erina come to visit Speedwagon in America. Joseph is off exploring the home and stumbled upon Elise playing piano in her room. Before she can grow angered, she sees his eyes, which look just like Erina's, and instead develops a soft spot for him.

Erina eventually finds out about Elise after Joseph keeps talking about a white-haired woman

At some point, Elise opens her hotel so she has something to do at night

She goes with Speedwagon on his travels when she can, but due to her only being about to walk around at night, she can't go very offen

Part 2:

Age: 70-72

Lives In: New York

Family: Erina Pendleton (younger sister), Jonathan Joestar (brother-in-law), Joseph Joestar (grandnephew)

Career: line of high-end hotels all over the globe called "The Nightshade"

Love Interest/pairings: Dio Brando, Speedwagon, Kars

Looks:

First Half: Long, white hair (stops just above her tailbone), wears her hair down, green eyes, pale skin, icy features, tight necklace with a silver pendant on it with Dio's initials engraved into it

Last Half: white hair (stops just an inch below her ears), green eyes, decked out in gold, wears a small, deep purple outfit, fresh sharp that runs across her face

Background and Other Facts:

Strazio comes and finds Elise at one of the hotels she is running after throwing Speedwagon in the river in Mexico and becoming a vampire. He wants her on his side in taking out the remaining Joestars but tells her he will kill her if she doesn't.

Elise doesn't want to die so she agrees and goes with him to New York, but as soon as they find Joseph, she turns on him because she cannot harm Joseph

She cannot go to Mexico with Joseph because she can't be in the sunlight so she spends her time with Erina

Speedwagon brings her to Rome in hopes she can help with the pillar man.

When the pillar man awakes, Elise is quick to find someplace to keep Speedwagon safe before she is noticed by them. She is quite to revert to her submissive and servant-like ways and the pillar man takes her with them to tell them of what has happened in the world and as a sort of "pet".

When Joseph and the others come to the abandoned hotel the pillar man are staying in Switzerland, she tries to kill Kars in hopes to keep Joseph from harm, but he is quick to stop her. Instead of killing her, he cuts her hair and her face in a way of punishment because he knows she holds her beauty in high regard. He promises she will watch Joseph die. Then Speedwagon, who he saw her hid in the cave, and every other person she holds dear. He won't kill her unless she tries to stop him again or disobeys.

She becomes a husk of herself, doing everything and anything he tells her. Even when Speedwagon and Stroheim, she stays where she was told until Speedwagon all but drags her to safety.

After everything happens, she goes back with Speedwagon and they get married.

Part 2.5 & 3:

Warnings: slight spoilers for part 4 in regards to Stands

A/N: this section is probably wants going to get changed the most cause I'm not sure how I want it to go till I get to it more.

Name: Elise Pendleton-Speedwagon

Age: 73-122

Family: Robert E.O. Speedwagon (husband), Erina Pendleton (younger sister), Jonathan Joestar (brother-in-law), Joseph Joestar (grandnephew), Holy Kujo (great-grandniece), Jotaro Kujo (great-great grandnephew), Eloise Joestar (daughter)

Career: line of high-end hotels all over the globe called "The Nightshade"; a nightclub named "Night Walker"

Love Interest/parings: Dio Brando, Speedwagon

Looks: White hair that is cut just above her shoulders, green eyes, scar that runs across her face, with DIO she wear what he wants her to wear, when away from him, she wears more covering clothes

Stand: Wailing Five

Arrow made Stand

Tator Card: Five of Cups

Tator Represents: regret, failure, disappointment, personal setbacks, self-forgiveness, moving on

Looks Version One: humanoid figure with gray coloring. Its eyes are sallow pits that have water-fall-like tears flowing over its cheeks and down its neck, disappearing beneath the collar of its black cloak. The hood of the cloak covers the Stand's head and the cloak covers its body, keeping it from sight/protection. Stands mouth is always in a deep, cutting frown.

Looks Version Two: Its gray skin is now white. Its eyes are downward-facing black crescent moons. Its cloak has melded into the stands white skin to create a shot of "armor". Slim build, frail-like.

Abilities: Not best for hand-to-hand combat, but slim build makes it quick and agile. It can wail at different octaves. Loud octaves can knock enemies off their feet, and destroy builds/things. Octaves can be sharpened to be more precise. Low and directed octaves can make it seem like it might be in an opponent's head. These octaves can damage an enemy's hearing/brain. Cloak can be used as a shield for itself and others. The cloak flaps can be sharpened and used as a sword-like weapon. Version #2 can still pull the cloak from its skin, to create shields and now various types of bladed weapons. Wailing Five's tears can be transferred to the opponent's eyes, pulling water from the enemy until they are dehydrated. Version Two doesn't have these tears but can begin to cry and have the same effect on opponents.

Background and Other Facts:

In 1942, Joseph wanted Elise and Speedwagon to meet Holy.

In 1950, Elise and Erina make peace before Erina dies. Elise promises her sister she will find Jonathan's body and bring him to rest with her.

In 1952, Speedwagon dies and Elise sticks around Joseph and his family for a while, helping out where she can.

Around this time Elise opens a nightclub so that she has more to do to keep her mind off the things that happened in her life. It doesn't help and her mental health continues to decline.

In 1983, DIO is pulled from the sea and Elise knows she is going to find him. Before she does, she goes and visits Joseph one last time and warns him of the danger DIO will bring. She promises he will come to kill him and his family when he grows strong enough. Joseph tries to get her to help him but she is tired of fighting.

Elise finds DIO and follows him around, doing as he asks.

Due to Elise's vampirism, she has never been able to carry a child to full term, her pregnancies always ending in a miscarriage.

But for some reason in 1984, she gives birth to a daughter fathered by DIO. It was a cryptic pregnancy so she had no idea she was pregnant until she was going into labor.

Due to all of these factors, she believes this child is pure evil and will only do the world harm, so she leaves it out in the sun only for it to not burn. With her last bit of moral good towards the child, she brings it to church and leaves it there.

Around 1985ish, DIO get the bow and arrow and uses it on Elise to test it out before using it on himself.

She gets her Stand, Wailing Five, and begins to learn what it is capable of whenever DIO is away

DIO keeps The World's abilities a secret from her so she has no idea what his abilities are.

Elise sneaks out when the Stardust Crusaders get to Egypt and begs them, mainly Joseph, to turn back but they refuse (obviously).

After DIO is defeated, Elise goes with Joseph and Jotaro to make sure DIO is wiped from this earth. She cut his head off so that her promise to her sister can be fulfilled.

She stays with DIO's head on her wish to watch the sun rise one last time

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Taking up that offer now. To simplify it Phone Tapes is about Scott slowly finding out his best friend Vincent is the one behind the child murders all the while surviving being a night guard in the toy's location. There's a lot of characters but the main ones are the nightguards and the kids! Scott - dayguard turned night guard. Good guy with anxiety issues. Tends to ramble a lot. But always wants to make others happy. Vincent - Stand offish, not the most social person. Mechanic turned nightguard. Protective to those close to him but generally keeps to himself. David - The bite victim. Killed by his older brother Max. Shy kid who's easily scared. Likes reading and listening to nature docs. Too soft for his own good (Nightmare) Max - Kill his brother on his 10th Birthday. Edgy teenager who loves anything sharp. (Foxy) Russell - Energetic theater kid! Loves anything to do with the movies, espuesully musicals. (Bonnie) Luwis - Son to a hunter he's very out doorsy. Has a pocket knife and knows how to use it. (Freddy) Warren - Easily excited girl who has a big sweet tooth. (Chica) Alex - Nonbinary shy kid who wants to get out there more. Knits. (Soul attached to Puppet) How would the FNAC ocs react to this gumble of kids and the nightguards watching them? (Would also love to hear about these guys)

In my fnac au, a guy named Roderick is the killer and all the people he killed were friends of his. They all worked at candys together and went on to possess the animatronics. I’ll go in order of how they died first.

Chester was the first to die. You heard a bit about him from what I shared before. Roderick killed him out of jealousy and beat him to death with the metal banjo from the chimpanzee animatronic. He possessed Chester the chimpanzee s the one he possessed.

Cindy was the next to die. She’s a very shy young women who worked as a waitress in the burger place. She died when Roderick asked her to help get something unstuck from a machine only to turn it on crushing her. She possessed Cindy the cat.

After that was Vinnie, who was killed by accident. Vinnie was a very cheerful optimistic person and the youngest of the group. Roderick was targeting Carl, Cindy’s twin brother, because he was suspicious about the story he presented and Roderick didn’t want to get caught. Roderick didn’t want to kill Vinnie, he was his baby brother, but he did by accident. He possessed the Vinnie puppet.

Roderick killed Carl after that a few days later. Carl is a talkative extrovert, basically the definition of a social butterfly. Roderick killed him with a circular saw. He went on to possess candy the cat.

Pedro is someone you’ve heard about too. He’d talked with Carl before his death who mentioned his suspicions with Roderick and after he died he went looking for evidence. He found some tapes from the security office after hours but ended up getting cornered by Roderick there and was strangled. He possessed the peppy animatronic.

Brett is serious and protective of his friends. One of those people who are rough around the edges but loyal. He was Roderick’s best friend and also the security guard at the business. He and Roderick got into a physical confrontation and while Brett did manage to shoot him he was still killed. He possessed the blank animatronic.

Kate was a childhood friend of Roderick’s, and other then Vinnie he’s known her for the longest. Roderick wasn’t the one who killed Kate, she commit suicide via hanging from the stress. She possessed the cat animatronic.

The last one is Chris. Before lord night he was my favorite :) what can I say, I have a type! He’s a introvert who struggles with social skills since he didn’t have any friends until he was an adult and his parents basically ignored him his whole life. Overly formal most of the time, also the oldest, but warms up and acts more himself with the people he’s close with. He’s the owner of the business. By the time he was murdered he knew it was going to happen, at least in part. He’d been preparing things for the possibility at least. It was pretty obvious Roderick was responsible but there was no proof so he couldn’t do much. Despite being careful Roderick managed to spike his coffee with cyanide which is what killed him. He possessed old candy. He still works as the owner because he feels like he has to for the others sake. Since he opened the restaurant he feels guilty for what happened there and overworks because he feels like he has to make it up to them. He’s just squeezes so troubled. I feel like he’d get along with Scott

Roderick himself has always been kinda a blunt dick. He’s comfortable with his current life and doesn’t like change, and always liked . He died via intentional overdose and possessed the rat animatronic

Now as for how they’d react to your ocs, that depends. Are your characters dead during it, or is it when they’re alive? Is it before my characters died or after? Their personalities changed after death so how they’d act is different to.

[kissorkill16]

The Story Of Evan Afton

By JJ

Summary: This is the story of how Evan Afton became the crying child.

My name is Evan Afton, and this is the story about how I died on my 10th birthday. I was 9 before I died, but it wasn't by natural causes. It was because of my older brother.

But we'll get to that.

This story starts out with my family. My father, my older brother, and my little sister. I never knew what happened to my mother, and whenever I asked my father about it, he wouldn't say anything.

Anyway, it was just a normal day in the Afton house. I was watching TV, and holding my bear, then when I least expected it, Michael (my older brother) jumped from behind the TV, scaring me so badly I fell off the couch.

"AHAHAHA! WIMP!"

Michael loved that stupid Foxy mask, all because he loved how easily it scared me. I've always hated those animatronics. They were all so scary, and they were the reason I had so many nightmares, and they were the main reason I cried so much. I started crying that very moment, but he didn't care, he just kept laughing and laughing away. He walked off, still laughing, and I just sat there, still crying.

I knew these animatronics shouldn't scare me. I was only 9 years old, but I just couldn't stop getting scared of them, I hated myself for getting scared, and I hated myself for crying so much, and I hated myself for being so weak. Before I could think anything else, I heard arguing coming from upstairs.

"Daddy, you let other children go and play with her! Why won't you let me go?", it was Elizabeth (my little sister).

"I've been telling you time and time again, Elizabeth, she's not ready.", and William (my father).

This has been going on for a while now. Ever since Father has came up with a new animatronic name Circus Baby, Elizabeth has been dying to see her. But every time she asked him about it, he would always say she's not ready yet. I knew that was a lie. He let other children play with her, but just never Elizabeth, and no one really understood why.

"But, Daddy! She can make balloons! Have you seen her make balloons?"

"Elizabeth, get out of my office. Now."

"But-"

"I SAID NOW!"

The next thing I heard was Elizabeth running down the corridor, I also ran upstairs to comfort her. Before she entered her room, I gently grabbed her hand.

"Are you alright, Elizabeth?"

She yanked her arm away from my grip. "LEAVE ME ALONE, EVAN!", she screamed before she slammed her door.

I went to my room, too.

I felt invisible in that house. No one really paid much attention to me, and whenever someone did, it was either Michael making fun of me, or Elizabeth telling me to leave her alone after an argument with Father about Circus Baby. But I also knew that Elizabeth and Michael had their own problems too. Michael was ignored by Father his whole life, and after the mysterious death of Mother, he just got mean. Father also used to hit him from time to time. Elizabeth was impatient, but I couldn't blame her, she was only 7. Children like her tend to be impatient.

Maybe I was being selfish, I thought. I held Fredbear in my hands and I looked at him, "Am I selfish?", I asked him. Then I heard my door slam, I ran to open it, but it wouldn't open. I knew at that very moment Michael locked me in my room.

"Michael, unlock the door!"

"No way, it's funnier hearing you scream and bang on the door."

Not only would Michael hide behind random places and jump out to scare me, but he would also lock me in my room, not just my room, but any room with a lock.

"Michael, please! Unlock the door!"

"Oh, what's that? Ok. Sorry, Father's calling me, and you know how angry he gets when we don't listen to him.", I heard him walking away.

I slid down the door and started crying again. I knew Michael was going through a lot of pain, but was that really so much of an excuse to torture me? I hated being the punching bag, more than I hated being invisible, a stranger in my own home.

"Evan."

I turned to Fredbear on my bed.

"Come here."

I walked to my bed and sat down next to Fredbear.

"He may be bigger than you, but you're stronger than him. He's nothing, you're so much more. Tomorrow is another day."

I knew he was right. Whenever Michael got a kick out of bullying me, he would comfort me, and always tell me that tomorrow is another day.

"Besides, it's your birthday in 4 days. I'd be happy to see you celebrating your big day."

Of course, my birthday. The one day I wasn't invisible. People would HAVE to celebrate with me. We'd eat cake, open gifts, and sing songs. The best part was that we'd be celebrating my birthday together as a family.

I decided to take a nap, at least until Michael decided that I should come out of my room. I drifted off to sleep, and when I did, I had another nightmare. Those stupid animatronics. Their ruined bodies, their big sharp teeth, their red eyes. I was afraid of them, they made me toss and turn in my sleep. I could barely ever get any rest without having a nightmare about them. I was startled awake, and I started sobbing again, and when I did, I clutched Fredbear to my chest. Then I heard the door unlock, and I saw Father with the keys. He didn't look happy, but I didn't think it was because he cared that Michael locked me in my room again, I thought it was because he was interrupted from work. Even if that was true, he'd never say it aloud.

"I see that Michael locked you in your room again, I'll see to it that he's punished.", he said.

My eyes widened at that, I knew what Father meant by that. "Father.", I said as I got up. "Father, can you not punish Michael this time? I mean, you can still punish him, just don't punish him the way you do.", I said. But of course, Father didn't listen to me, just like everyone else in this family.

"Son, if I don't punish him the way I do, he's never going to learn.", he said. He walked off to Michael's room, and I ran to hide under my bed. Of course, things were about to get bad, and Michael would take his anger out on me, not the same way Father punished him, but it was just as bad.

The next day, Father took us all to work with him. But it was a last minute change of plans. The babysitter wasn't answering the phone, and Michael was supposed to go out with his friends, but Father decided at the last minute to take us with him to work. I didn't want to go there, like I said before, I was scared of the animatronics.

The first thing I did when I got there was hide under the table, clutching Fredbear to my chest.

"Evan, you can't hide under the table forever."

"I can try.", I said. "I may not be able to hide from them at night, but at least I can hide from them under here.", and I was already treated as invisible, so it's not like anyone would notice I was gone.

Then I felt like I had to go to the bathroom, so I went to the one across the hall. But when I got out, I noticed that Elizabeth was nowhere to be found, so I ran to Father's office to tell him, then I caught her in the corner of my eye. She was in Circus Baby's auditorium. What was she doing in there?

"Daddy's not here, he won't let me see you. Don't tell him I'm here, I wanted to watch your show, too.", she whispered to the animatronics.

Elizabeth wasn't lying when she said Circus Baby was pretty and shiny, but she still wasn't supposed to be there.

"I don't know why Daddy didn't want me to see you, you're wonderful."

Circus Baby then opened her stomach, and out came a metal grabbing thingy holding an ice cream cone. Vanilla with a cherry on top. Elizabeth's favorite. But how would a robot know Elizabeth's favorite ice cream?

"Just a little closer.", said the animatronic.

I knew at that moment I had to act quickly, especially because Elizabeth actually did go closer to Circus Baby and tried to take the ice cream.

"ELIZABETH!", I called out.

Elizabeth turned to look at me, but that was a mistake. Circus Baby dropped the ice cream, grabbed Elizabeth by her neck, and pulled her into her stomach.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!", I cried out.

Nothing was the same after that. Well, almost nothing. Michael went back to his usual antics, and Father continued to work. Even if he was mourning Elizabeth, even if he was devastated that Elizabeth was dead now, he would never let it show.

I cried for hours, maybe days for that matter, I saw it as my fault that Elizabeth's dead.

"It's not your fault, Evan.", said Fredbear.

"But I didn't run to stop her. Instead, I just stood and watched her die.", I sobbed.

"Evan, look at me. She was impatient, and her impatience got her killed by that animatronic."

I didn't want to hear this, I just wanted to cry alone this time. So I put Fredbear in the closet. I cried some more after that, so hard that I fell asleep. But this time, instead of the regular nightmares, this nightmare was of Circus Baby.

When I woke up, my pillow was stained with tears, I thought I must've cried in my sleep. Then the door opened, and Father was there.

"Evan, I need to talk to you.", he said. I welcomed him in, and what he said next shook my whole world.

"We're having your birthday party at the diner. The babysitter still isn't answering the phone, and I have to work on the day of your birthday. But I don't want to leave you here alone with Michael, knowing the kind of things he does to you whether I'm home or not. So I thought about taking you 2 to work with me again."

That was the worst thing I've ever heard come out of Father's mouth. Why would he think about my birthday only a few days after Elizabeth died?! Didn't he care about his daughter? And why would he take us back to that hell of a place after what happened?!

"But Elizabeth died at the diner! Father, please reconsider-"

"She died because she was impatient and a stubborn brat. She went to see her without my permission, and that's how she got killed. You already know the rules, and you know that if you go anywhere else in the diner with my permission, it's your ass. We're going there on your birthday, and I don't want to hear another word about it.", he said a little louder. Before I could protest more, he slammed the door in my face. I ran to my bed and cried again.

I couldn't care less about my birthday, I didn't even want to think about it, let alone celebrate it. I was even more scared of the animatronics after Elizabeth's death. Who knows what they'll do when you get too close to them?!

Finally, 2 days later, my birthday arrived.

Like I did any other time we went here, I hid under the table, counting down the hours, the minutes, and the seconds until we could go home. I didn't want to be here, I wanted to celebrate my birthday at home like we originally planned.

I was startled out of my thoughts when I was suddenly pulled out from under the table, and thrown onto the floor.

"Hey, loser! Happy birthday!", I knew that voice anywhere. I looked up to see Michael, not just him, but all of his friends too. They were also wearing masks. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. I resisted the urge to cry.

"Michael, stop-", I forced out.

"Yeah, Michael. Stop. He's gonna cry.", one of his friends said, the one wearing the Freddy mask.

I stood up and looked my brother in the eye. "Michael, if you scare me again, I swear I'll tell Father.", they all laughed at that. Not even when I tried to be tough could anyone take me seriously.

"Listen here you little twerp, if you want to keep that stupid bear, you won't tell Father shit.", as he said that, he pushed me back to the floor and started laughing again with all of his friends.

"Wow, your brother's kind of a baby, isn't he?", said the friend wearing the Bonnie mask.

"It's hilarious. Hey, why don't we help him get a closer look? He'll love it.", I didn't know what Michael meant by that, that was until I saw him looking at the Fredbear animatronic that I knew he was going to do no good.

They all picked me up, and I was shouting all kinds of protests. "No, please!", but no one would listen. No one listened to my protests, no one stood up to help. Instead, everyone just kept laughing. They thought it was all just a joke, but for me, I felt like I was about to die.

"Come on, guys! Let's help him out! He wants to get up close in person."

"NO, I DON'T WANT TO GO!", I screamed, but they still wouldn't listen to me. Michael held me closer to the animatronic, my face was almost to his mouth.

"You heard the little man, he wants to get even closer!"

I most certainly did NOT want to get even closer. I wanted to get down, and I wanted to run home, go to my room, lock the door, and curl up under my bed. Michael pushed me closer to the animatronic, and I was scared for my life.

"Hey, guys. I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!", said Michael as he pushed my head into the animatronic's mouth with as much force as possible.

"On 3! 1...2...3!"

Next thing I knew, my head was all the way in Fredbear's mouth. I was kicking, screaming, and crying my eyes out.

"NO! NO! GET ME OUT, GET ME OUT! I'M SCARED!", but everyone just kept laughing. This was all just a big game to them, but for me, it was my worst nightmare. I never imagined anything like this would happen. I always thought my older brother was supposed to protect me from the monsters, but I realized just now that the real monster was my own older brother.

"I HATE YOU!!", I cried.

Those were my last words before I felt something crush my skull, then everything went dark.

I woke up in a strange, dark void. At least, I felt like I had woken up, but I didn't feel like I was alive. I didn't know what I was expecting heaven or hell to be like, but I was pretty sure neither places looked anything like this.

"Hello, Evan."

I turned around to see Fredbear, sitting on the ground, not just him, but all of my other plushies too. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. What were they doing here?

"Come sit down with us.", said Fredbear. I did as told.

"Fredbear, what is this place?", I asked.

"You're in the void. Pretty soon, Evan, you'll get to decide whether or not you want to go back to the living world, or say that your time is finally up."

This was crazy. One minute, I was hiding from the animatronics, and the next minute, I get to decide whether I wanted to live or die.

"While we're on the topic of questions, there's something I need to ask you as well.", said Fredbear. I was listening now.

"Did you mean what you said? Do you really hate Michael?"

If I was being completely honest, I didn't know how to answer that question. Michael was my brother, and of course I loved him, obviously. But what he did was beyond unforgivable and unforgettable, he betrayed my trust, and his actions got me killed.

"I don't know. I feel like I'm supposed to say yes because of what he did, but I still had a feeling that he wasn't always like this. He's my brother, so I guess I'm supposed to love him.", I replied.

"It's okay to hate your siblings, and you have a right to hate Michael. What he did was unforgivable, you should be beyond angry."

I knew he was right, but I also felt like he was wrong.

Besides, the problem wasn't just Michael, it was also the animatronics. I didn't want to have to fight for my life with some animatronics anymore, I felt invisible in my own home, and I didn't know if anything would give me peace. Before I thought again, I heard a voice, but it wasn't coming from any of the plushies.

"Can you hear me?"

It was Michael, I could hear him. "Yes, Michael! I can hear you!", I called out.

"You might be able to hear him, but he can't hear you."

"I don't know if you can hear me."

"See?"

I shushed him, I wanted to hear what Michael had to say.

"I'm sorry."

That really surprised me. Michael had never been nice to me, not ever. Did this traumatic event make him finally realize that he loved me? Was Father there too? Was he also crying as much as Michael?

"If you wake up, I swear I won't be an asshole to you anymore. I'll do anything you want, just please wake up."

His voice was trembling.

Even though he sounded convincing, and even though I really wanted to wake up and give him and Father a big hug, I also didn't want to go back to being the invisible child. The one who cried a lot, the one who you ignore, the one who no one listens to or understands.

"Evan, you have a choice. Either go back to your living hell of a life, where you're always ignored, always tormented, always fighting for your life, or die and finally be free.", said Fredbear.

Fredbear was right, my life was a living hell.

"I want to die, I want a chance to be free."

"Then take my hand."

Fredbear held out his hand, and I grabbed onto it. The last thing I heard was my brother sobbing before I finally flat lined.