MICHAELS HANDS ARE TWITCHING AROUND HIS CIGARETTE AS SHE SPEAKS, And Her Words Are Nowhere Near As Comforting

MICHAEL’S HANDS ARE TWITCHING AROUND HIS CIGARETTE AS SHE SPEAKS, and her words are nowhere near as comforting as he wishes they could be. Fucked, yeah, it is: their whole situation, their whole family, has been fucked from day one, and he’d give anything to change that […] but despite everything he’s just said, he can’t help but think of the crisp little note that had appeared on his doorstep. His father’s words (orders). The way he’d dropped everything to follow them (trained too well), pausing only when he caught word his sister had been living close by to the town he’d stopped in overnight.

‘Cause his question lies deeper than that. Could you kill him?—He knows Ollie could. But could she kill the dog? Michael, if he gets sucked into yet another of their father’s schemes; would she put him out of his misery, kill him before he had the chance to do more damage? His time after Ollie’s escape had brought pain and death to so many: Michael suffocates in his dreams under the intensity of their hatred for him. Ollie can kill her father. Could she kill her brother?

Lucky it won’t come down to that, yeah? Michael isn’t stepping out of his father’s plan alive: or, at least, not as himself.

The cigarette flares to life, finally, and Michael shoves it into his mouth, offering her a lopsided sad little grin and a cig in his free hand. “Thought you’d say that. Hoped you’d say that. ‘S gotta be one of us that can do it.” Keeps his mouth very carefully shut about his own feelings on the matter. Instead, he pinches the cigarette between his teeth and reaches into his pocket, pulling out the note from his doorstep less than forty eight hours ago. Hands it over to her, sharp blue eyes scanning her face. A request to go to the Circus Baby location, work a week’s shift until ‘further instruction’. It reads like a trap, but he wants to know her thoughts. Misses having her to bounce ideas off of.

“What do you think about this? Creepy as hell, by the way, that he delivered this to me.” In an attempt to lighten the mood, Michael laughs weakly. “I moved two states out and changed my name without telling him. He really is always watching, huh.”

@runeians: " if you have to kill him - could you ? " [ from my multimuse @runeians - from MICHAEL ! ]

fear street pt 2 starters / accepting

"Shit," she says immediately in response to the question, caught a bit off guard. Sitting up a bit more, Ollie leans forward a little. Brow furrowed a little bit as she considers it. She...had some suspicions, before she left, about what was really going on. But hearing it laid out like this, it is a lot, each piece of new information stacking on top one another.

She had cared for her father, at some point. Maybe some part of her still does. But as she had gotten older, things had become more strained, and then when she left...well, she knew something was wrong, but now she realizes how deeply fucked everything was.

"I don't know," she admits before considering it some more. She thinks she can set aside any personal connection to her father. It's more about if she thinks she could kill someone. But she's been in some pretty messy and dangerous situations, and she thinks about how she's felt in those situations. When things really come down to it what she would do. Her voice is a little quieter when she continues, "I think so, probably."

"I didn't mean to"

Wanted to make some edgy FNaF art so here y'all go.

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

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don’t let me get me

Bojack Horseman (2014–2020), 3x10: It’s You

Radiohead, Just

The Great (2020–), 2x08: Five Days

George Salazar, Michael In The Bathroom, from Be More Chill

hey check this out. *puts him in the fucking microwave*

IT’S BEEN LITERAL YEARS SINCE HER DEATH, AND MICHAEL STILL WINCES AT HED DEADPAN WORDS. Sure, he hadn’t actually done anything to kill her (— other than be another Afton kid, who would eventually go on to join his dad’s work, though that’s a whole other story —) but the kicked-puppy look of guilt won’t leave his face as he replies awkwardly:

“You could try being anything else, y’know. Get creative! Be dead AND dress up. Halloween only comes once a year, Cass. Uh… There’s bound to be some white tablecloth or something lying around back here.” Leaning back on his chair, taking a moment to slurp emphatically on his soda, Michael glances vaguely from side to side in the office. Nothing jumps out immediately, but he’ll improvise. “You could at least go as a stereotypical ghost. Something fun.”

"this year for halloween, i'm going to be dead."

"just like every other year."