#was feelin kind of eepy

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 15: Hide

Way behind with this but as most of you know, had some stuff going on. Really like how it turned out once I got past the block I was having. Hopefully you feel the same ^-^

Content warning: Mentions of blood, injury, death, reader discresion is advised

Word count: 1799

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It's quiet tonight. No one but yourself, feet propped up on the desk and the hum of the fan in the background of the security office. 

Which is, odd. You're pretty sure there's at least a few others on the schedule tonight. Did they just get started on their rounds before you came in? You were later than usual, but to be fair your shift was for later in the night than the others. You just came in early for the comradery and chit-chat. 

Your eyes lazily scan over the camera feeds, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. On the other hand however, you also realize you aren't seeing anyone. You sit up and start to click through the feeds, rewinding them to catch any trace of another person. 

Not a one. 

Frowning, you double check the group text. Sure enough, Rhoades, Conner, Jenson, and Garcia are all supposed to have a shift tonight. Rhoades, Jenson, and Conner were supposed to be here at six. And from what you can tell, they aren't. Garcia was on the late shift with you, so maybe he just decided to come in later like you had? You would have figured he be here by now though. 

You go back to the cameras, searching back further in the feed. After a good ten minutes-during which, it's still just you in the office-you finally spot something. Or someone, rather. Your eyes stay trained to the screen as you watch Connor jog across the atrium, in the direction of, the Daycare? Why in the world would he head over there? You keep watching. 

Sure enough, once he gets there he knocks on the door. It opens, and he's greeted by a red-eyed animatronic, who ushers him inside. There's no sign of Connor or any of the other guards on the cameras after that. 

An animatronic with red eyes... which one was that again-

Moon! That's right. Naptime attendant, blue and white color scheme, the hat. You'd told him you'd play a game with him sometime. You'll admit it had just been to get the, slightly creepy, animatronic off your back. But you can't deny he was kind of sweet in his own way. Maybe just misunderstood.

Since it seemed like he was the last person to see at least Connor, maybe he knew where the other two had ended up as well. It was worth a shot, anyway. You could also use it as a chance to play that game finally. 

You get up with a stretch, grab your keys and head out. Whistling a little tune while on your way. When you get to the Daycare, you see it's still on the night cycle, which is fine with you, you don't know if you really felt like dealing with the sunny counterpart of the bot you were looking for. 

You knock on the big wooden doors, and wait. 

There's a jingling sound from up above you, you look up. 

Moon's perched on the ledge above the great doors. 

You lift your hand in greeting, "Oh, hey Moon! Have a question for you real quick. You free?"

His faceplate spins, you take that as a yes. 

"I'm looking for the other guards," You shove your hands in your pockets, "You seen 'em? Looked like Connor may have swung by earlier."

His voice is a rasp as he answers you, "They're playing a game."

"What kind of game?"

The bot's eyes narrow with glee, "Hide 'n seek."

"Oh, that's fun. I still owe you a round of something don't I?" You ask.

He nods.

You nod as well, thinking for a moment then shrugging, "Well, guess that answers that question. I'll be on my way then."

You turn on your heel and start walking away, when Moon speaks up.

"Would you like to play?"

You pause, another shrug and you look back to him, "Sure, I don't see why not. Any special rules?"

Moon jumps down from the ledge with a whoosh. Once he stands he points a finger at you, "You hide," Now back to himself, "I seek. Don't get caught."

The 'Or else.' isn't said aloud but you can certainly feel it. You ignore the feeling in your stomach.

"Okay, how much time do I have?"

Moon jumps back up, latching himself to the wire which hangs from the ceiling, "Ten minutes. Good luck~" Then he's gone without much more than a chuckle.

You set off, in the hopes of also finding everyone else while you're at it. You know your coworkers well, or well enough anyway, and if you had to take a guess, Rhodes would probably hide away over by El Chips because he liked to swipe wrong orders and make them his dinner. 

You make easy time-still about seven minutes left to hide-and find El Chips, totally abandoned. Rhoades must not be here. Not even any staff bots are around, and the lights are out. Weird, but the Plex was closed so there wasn't really a reason for the place to be open, though you recall it usually is regardless of the time. Fazbear Entertainment didn't care about electric bills, or the environment. 

You walk in, unsure, but reason if nothing else it'll make a good hiding spot. Your first thought it is to duck underneath the counter, so after leaping over it, you do. As you squat down you're surprised to find the very coworker you'd been looking for. 

"Oh, Rhoades! Nice hiding spot-"

He shoves his hands over your mouth, "Don't. Make. Another sound. Please."

Taking a second glance you realize he's shaking, and overall looks disheveled. His eyes are wide and his hair is all over the place. 

Confused, you nod slowly and he relaxes, removing his hands. There's a metallic smell under your nose now. You soon find out why. 

"I can't believe you even made it this far, how the hell did that thing not catch you?" He whispers harshly, rubbing a hand across his neck and wincing. It's dark in here, but you can clearly tell that it's blood. 

You keep your voice just as low, now worried, "What thing? What are you talking about? What's going on? Are you alright?"

"The daycare attendant. He's been plucking us off one by one all night. Lured us in during patrol, said he wanted to play a game. Little did we know it'd be fucking bloody murder," Rhoades shakes his head, "He only nicked me, but Christ when he caught Jenson, the poor girl, she just wouldn't stop screaming."

He puts his head in his hands, you hear a muffled sob, before he sniffs, looking back to you, "I don't know what's happened to the others. Thought Connor would be safe since he was the last one in the office, but given you're here he must've tried to come save the day, stupid kid. Garcia's quick-witted though, if any of us make it through this I've no doubt it'll be him."

"Jenson's... dead?" You ask softly. You're doing your best to process everything. It's not going well. 

Rhoades has a far off look in his eyes now, something's telling you it wasn't just a nick, "I wish we could've warned you, wish you didn't have to go through this too."

"I-" Your mouth clamps shut when you hear it. Bells. 

They're faint, well outside of the restaurant. But that doesn't mean they'll stay that way.

Your coworker must have heard too, his posture straightens a bit. 

You look over to him, wide-eyed and far too afraid to speak. 

"Go." He mouths. 

You shake your head, and point to him. 

He smiles, it's... sad. Slowly, silently, he turns his upper body and you have to slap a hand over your mouth to keep from gasping. 

You can't hardly tell the difference between the claw marks, the blood, and the remains of his shirt as it clings to his back. 

The bells are louder now, Rhoades nods towards the kitchen entryway. Again, you shake your head, tears welling up. You know what he wants to do, what he's going to do, and how desperately you want to stop it.

But he's not giving you a choice.

As the naptime attendant gets closer, the guard holds up ten shaky fingers, dropping them one by one. 

You have to move. If you want to make it out of here alive, you have to move. 

You curse to yourself and quietly crawl towards the kitchen. When you’re in the space, and out of eyeshot of the restaurant as a whole, you shakily stand and head to the back entrance. 

Out in the dining room, all you can hear is snickering and jingling. As your hand grips the handle you have hope that maybe the two of you were wrong, but when you realize the handle won't budge, your heart sinks. You take a deep breath, and pull out your keycard, holding it just above the slot in the door. 

And wait. 

...

...

...

A loud crash erupts from behind the counter, the sound of a cash register, plastic cups, and over various items from the shelves as they come crashing down breaks the dead silence. In the midst of it you swipe the card, the door beeping as it unlocks and you rapidly open and close it. 

Pressing yourself up against the other side, you hold back a sob as all you can hear are your friend's screams as- 

You shake your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. 

You have to survive. You have to make it out. 

You won't let his sacrifice be in vein. 

You straighten up, and take a moment to collect your thoughts. And your belongings. 

You had a flashlight, a taser, your walkie, and a keycard. Your phone had no signal because of company policy, so you couldn't make any calls. The walkie was your next best bet. If you could contact Garcia and maybe Connor without blowing their covers, well, three was better than one. 

Once you've formulated your plan, and you're about to enact it is when there's a soft scratching sound on the other side of the door. You freeze. 

Glancing down, you see a dark red shadow underneath the crack. 

"Hidey-hide, hide away~" A chuckle, then a loud grating sound as claws dig into the other side harshly, "You're running out of friends, Little Star."

You don't answer, you wouldn't have even if you could.

Moon makes a noise of frustration, fist pounding on the other side, "Shouldn't have played tricks. Wouldn't be winning bad prizes."

Again, you remain silent. 

You wait a few minutes more, after the shadow has disappeared, before you move away from the door. 

Another deep, and near silent breath. 

Hide. Don't get caught.

Or else.

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Yes, there'll be a part two, it's Day 17 lol, sorry it's not super DCA focused! Moon haunts the narrative tho so I think it still works. Other promptobers are here, check them out if you'd like ^-^ Thanks for reading!!

[walnutcake69]

little favors (Hwoarang x gn reader HCs)

yo its 3am n I'm feelin eepy rn so y'all get this beauty even tho it kinda just turned into househusband Hwoarang.

Hwoarang would get up early in the morning to make the two of you breakfast.

He'd also go out of his way to pack a for you to take with you to work if you're too busy to make it yourself.

He KNOWS how to cook.

He's like a tsundere version of Tatsu from way of the househusband.

Although you typically clean up after yourself, he'll do any house maintenance like cleaning the dishes in the sink or dusting some bookshelves that need attention without a second thought.

It has become a tradition between you two to clean up the house on occasion as a gift for each other.

One time, you made Hwoarang's lunch to give him the opportunity to sleep in. He looked up at you with the cutest sleepy smile from bed before you kissed his forehead and he went back to sleep.

Hwoarang will always be an anchor for you. He'll provide support and comfort you, and listen to your problems.

Hwoarang is unironically a MASTER in planning things.

No matter what you have in mind, Hwoarang will plan it. He will never disappoint.

One time, you and Hwoarang were playing video games to cool down after you had a long day at work. You ended up falling asleep on his shoulder beside him since you were so tired.

On the same subject, Hwoarang seems like the dude to play with really weird custom controls for some reason. Like he'll play Minecraft with q to open inventory and e to drop item.

HE SEEMS LIKE THE KIND OF GUY TO USE AN ERGONOMIC MOUSE.

(A/N: I am getting sidetracked as hell here-)

Whenever one of you goes grocery shopping, the other will always help bring the bags inside.

Hwoarang will give you a massage if your muscles are feeling tense after a long day.

Hwoarang is blessed with the opportunity to receive many little notes from you. Whether you leave them in his lunch, leave a sticky note on his laptop, or leave him a note on his pillow. He loves these little notes you leave for him, even if the contents of them aren't of much meaning.

If you take any medication, Hwoarang will easily manage that and give you your medication during the correct time and make sure you take it.

Hwoarang definitely keeps track of your favorite show's schedules.

Had a bad day? Hwoarang will help you take it easy and give you a comforting hug. Hugging him is the closest feeling to physically melting away.

A/N: Did y'all know that I am in fact the storm that is approaching?? Provoking black clouds and isolation?? I am reclaimer of my name, born in flames, I have been blessed, my family crest is a demon of death??? (I am obsessed with DMC I am so sorry-)

[thenight-comes-down-likeheaven]

Hey everyone!

You probably don't know me, but I'm Zel from @zelink-stan02 ! I figured I'd make this side blog to post about my favorite musicians and bands! My main is full up with visual media fandom stuff and other random shit, and posting about music feels a little out of place for some reason, like it just adds too much to the chaos, so here we are!

This blog is 18+, not because I plan on posting a bunch of NSFW stuff (though there probably will be a bit of thirsting), but because of the nature of some music/artists I'll post about, I do not feel comfortable with minors interacting with this blog. As an adult, I have no business conversing with random children about mature topics, and as a child, you have no business conversing with me, a random adult, about mature topics. If you disagree with that, then don't follow me.

DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to be an expert, I know pretty much nothing about musical theory or production or anything like that, I don't know how to play any instruments, I can only passably sing. I just really love music, it's an important and permanent fixture in my life, and I have been involved in bandom for over a decade at this point. This is just a place to yap about music and the people that make it!

I'll post about all sorts of stuff spanning decades and across genres, but let's be honest, it's probably gonna mainly be all about Sleep Token. The eepy number bois and the Espera girlies are my faves. These are who I'll probably gush about most often though (this list will be updated periodically):

Sleep Token (I deeply respect ST and their anonymity when it comes to this project, as many other fans do, but I do know about their projects outside of the collective. If you post about their personal info or share it here or in the main tags you will IMMEDIATELY be blocked. Any posts on this blog about their other projects will be placed under a "Read More", none of them will be put under any of the ST tags, I will not tag real names or faces, and if you want to avoid those posts, then please block #st adjacent)

Espera

Waterparks

PVRIS

Paramore

Janani K. Jha

MALINDA

Taylor Swift

Conan Gray

Olivia Rodrigo

Linkin Park (Please don't bring any discourse here. I support Emily, so if you wanna hate on her or the guys, then just don't interact with this blog)

Noah Kahan

EPIC: the Musical and it's awesome cast

Chappell Roan

Honey Revenge

Magnolia Park

Bad Omens

Spiritbox

Chase Petra

Bring Me The Horizon

Sleeping With Sirens

Pierce The Veil

As for what kinds of posts will be here:

Lots of reblogs (art, text posts, gifs, concert footage, etc.)

Shit posts and just rambles about Awsten Knight the chaos gremlin, or how I wish I could scream like Courtney LaPlante

My thoughts/opinions, and maybe some analysis if I'm feelin *fancy*

[toaster-boi]

sorry guys just not feelin it. the eepy is too powerful and it's the kind that sticks around even if you sleep until noon

i wanna draw tomorrow. someone pls hold me accountable