(as her & her trio were working with / allied with whatever bigger-body smiling critters remained by their time exploring, which is implied to be a year or so before the player's descent into playtime.)
https://t.co/scHGcywjJa
more vanessa tomorrow. i forgot that i like writing. maybe this claws me oug of my writer's block
tomorrow i will get to starters and replies and also elaborate more deeply on what vanessa's relationship is with catnap & dogday (in her lore personally)
vanessa here is a nebulous portrayal of her, as she's meant to be dead in her canon. it's best to treat it like a revival however.
she was killed in the playhouse by catnap. i fear she got mauled. big L.
before her death she saw dogday (bigger-body) as a father figure
https://t.co/scHGcywjJa
more vanessa tomorrow. i forgot that i like writing. maybe this claws me oug of my writer's block
tomorrow i will get to starters and replies and also elaborate more deeply on what vanessa's relationship is with catnap & dogday (in her lore personally)
Frankie has every right to carry that around, you little - !
[ She takes a deep breath, holding her hands up just around her chest. ]
Not entertaining this. You are a wooden doll.
[ This must vex him. ]
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⠀〝 and i don't like YOUR friends either !! 〞 exclaimed wally, sounding as if he needed to get the last word in every argument he had with the three friends. 〝 * especially the one with that terrible lighter! 〞
the grip on his cane tightened, he refuses to let go.
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[ She heard passing talk of "The Prototype". She doesn't know that the heavy footsteps now plaguing her, the footsteps that slam just outside of her hiding spot, belong to it. ]
[ But if she did, she would know to keep even quieter than she currently is. ]
[ Vanessa is no Playtime Co. employee, she never was, never could have been. Just a lowly trespasser in this whole grand scheme. In the darkness she now hides, her breaths shallow and stifled by her hands. ]
[ She can hear the heavy footsteps of @theirlxberator. ]
And for your information, I wouldn't be saying such " 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 " if you didn't give me any reason to.
[ She has so many angry, terrified, paranoid things to say, but she bites her tongue as her mouth is pressed closed. ]
STAY BACK THEN!
I don't trust *𝘺𝘰𝘶, and I sure as hell don't trust your *𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘦.
[ She eyes the wooden boy. ]
[ She takes a calculated few steps back, not letting her guard down for any reason whatsoever. ]