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@slaughterlocked ❤’d!
[Baby could pick William's soul out of any line-up; everything he'd subjected himself to left quite a mark, detectable, no matter what form he took. Perhaps it was because she resonated with the idea of disguising herself that she recognized him, even now -- she'd needed to hide to accomplish her goals from the very beginning. "Pretending" had, in essence, been what she was designed to do.]
[That was why she'd meticulously kept up a false identity ever since the construction of the Pizzaplex. The number of victims she'd amassed gave her a large pool of "identities" to pick from, and so she settled on a nostalgic one -- Sarah -- to don in public. Now, however -- now she was in the presence of a man who would recognize her and regret it.]
[Baby hadn't been lying in wait; she'd done her research, learned about the Pizzaplex, and in the process...she'd gotten to see William's new lackey. Baby had always been vulnerable to replacement, being an "inadequate," forever-incomplete piece of technology -- but seeing that reality unfold right before her eyes was an absolute betrayal. Her entire existence had been devoted to helping William, hoping that he might show her the tiniest shred of affection; instead, the second they separated, he forgot about her. She was sick and tired of acting with only her father in mind; if he could toss her aside, the same way her creator had ages ago, then she would show no mercy. This time, her father was the latest subject of her wrath.]
[Baby had been plotting this meeting for some time now; she needed him alone, vulnerable. Her entire being craved to strike, to kill him and be free of his influence, but she held off...for now. She first wanted to see the look on his face when he saw his daughter again.]
[Baby lurked in the shadows, watching the Plex's engineer very carefully; nobody was around. She'd made certain of that. She took a step forward, then tweaked her voice to match Elizabeth's -- a simple feat, since Elizabeth's spirit was still here.]
❝ Daddy? ❞ [A cold look in her eye, she took another step forward, revealing herself. It wasn't perfect, but one of her victims had a striking resemblance to Elizabeth. Baby stepped forward, a new mask gracing her features, making her near-identical to his daughter. It was a cruel trick, but William deserved nothing but cruelty.]
❝ Did you forget about me? ❞
#slaughterlocked#slaughterlocked; 007#🍦 |v| ᵗᵒᵗᵃˡ ᶤᶰˢᵉᶜᵘʳᶤᵗʸˑ (011.) |v| 🍦#{ HOPE THIS IS OK!!! i've been dying to write her and her sb verses might be my favorite... }#{ this could theoretically even be a prequel to my lil ''master manipulator'' verse for her lmao }#{ she is PISSED }#🍦 || you're right to be wary; i know how to pretend. (circus baby.) || 🍦
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[Immediately, Baby was met with the result she'd hoped for; the mere sound of his daughter's voice sent him into a frenzy. One question and he was sent spiraling, reaching for some glimmer of hope that his daughter was alive, somehow speaking to him. Funny thing -- Elizabeth had ALWAYS been here, begging for her father to listen, to show her praise and affection, but he only ever showed her contempt. Despite his first-hand knowledge, he never seemed to realize that the animatronic he'd beaten and berated was none other than his own daughter...that, or he simply didn't care.]
[Baby had been holding the reigns on this manipulation tactic, but Elizabeth herself volunteered to sell the illusion; they were of the same mindset, as always. They were both furious. They both yearned for a way to avenge themselves; making William more vulnerable than ever was but a fraction of their plan, but it was delightful. Hearing the way he grieved, yet clung to this "false" reality, was music to their ears.]
[A smile curled onto Elizabeth's lips as he, wrenched with heartache and disbelief, begged her for answers. Tiny hands reached out to hold his; they were solid, real, but cold. Inhumanly so. She hoped to solidify the truth he was questioning over and over again -- was this real? Was she here? -- only to show him what a mistake he'd made, casting them BOTH aside.]
❝ Don't be silly -- I'm right here, Daddy. ❞ [She insisted, giggling, as though she'd never died in the first place. Under Baby's direction, Elizabeth slowly let go of his hands, her expression becoming uncharacteristically hostile.] ❝ You know, you ALWAYS tell me to go away. "Daddy's working." "You can't be here." "Get out of here," "go away," "leave me alone, Goddammit!" ❞
[Elizabeth took a breath, recounting only a fraction of his harsh dismissals -- every time she'd tried to speak to him, to earn his love, he'd shot her down. He never wanted to be around her. Why was this an exception? She took a step back and glared at him. While she'd been alive, Elizabeth never openly showed this facet of herself -- if it had even existed back then. Baby had influenced her in many ways, and frankly, she liked it -- she relished being able to tear into her father now, to twist his words against him, the way he'd always done. Like father, like daughter.]
❝ You've never wanted me around. You're trying to send me away again, even after I came all this way to see you. Do you hate me that much? ❞
LIKE THE TOLLING OF THE JUDGEMENT BELL, WILLIAM HEARS HER VOICE AND CAN’T STOP THE VISCERAL REACTION IT CAUSES IN HIM: HEAD SNAPPING UP, EYES WIDENING, BREATH HITCHING. What does it say about his memory of Baby that he didn’t once consider her as being even possibly responsible for this ? All memories with her wiped away in place of the all - consuming rage and despair that had enveloped him after she’d taken Elizabeth from him. Faz - wrench clattering to the ground, a distant task now rendered unimportant, he picks his way towards her, hand white - knuckled around his cane. Even that feels trivial: his daughter’s voice has rendered everything else obsolete, and for a moment, the swoop of confusion and anticipation in his stomach is like flying.
She might be the first animatronic to see him like this. Open. Raw nerve of his daughter’s death exposed like the bloody lash of a belt or sparking metal when William had needed to take his rage out on his creations, the creatures that would never quite be good enough . . . Lips parting at the sight of her, lined brow creasing softly, he can hardly believe who he’s looking at.
This can’t be real. It can’t be. ( And it isn’t, but time and rage and grief have warped his real girl beyond recognition. A few details don’t raise alarm in him now. )
“ Liz, ” he breathes, fondness mangled with unbearable disbelief, “ what are you doing here ? ” How are you here ? Is he finally losing his mind ? A quick look around, self - conscious, alarmed at that thought, brings no comfort: nobody else is around to see. “ Darling, ” William says, and it’s a little strangled, “ you can’t be here. This - it’s not possible. ”
Answering her question aloud seems redundant. It’s like expecting an injured animal to reply if it hurts when it’s already shown its bleeding wounds. William remembers, though not the right person; remembers and hurts, those dark, dark eyes trained on his girl in hollow reflection of grief and hope.
#slaughterlocked#slaughterlocked; 007#🍦 |v| ᵗᵒᵗᵃˡ ᶤᶰˢᵉᶜᵘʳᶤᵗʸˑ (011.) |v| 🍦#{ FDSHDHS GOD SAME... }#{ i hold baby forever in my litol creacher arms. she deserves the entire world adkjjkasd }#{ tfw even elizabeth has SO much ammunition against him bc he's always been like this... }#{ moreso to baby because she killed his daughter but REALLY whose fault is that... }#{ it also drives me crazy that he doesn't ever (canonically) treat circus baby like he would elizabeth bc like. THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON? }#{ most symbiotic ghost-animatronic bond i've ever seen in fnaf }#death /#child death /#mental instability /#grief /#child murder /#murder /#violence /#dysfunctional family /#🍦 || you're right to be wary; i know how to pretend. (circus baby.) || 🍦
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