the stench of rot, the remnants of sin—— half-corpse and half something not quite human, pacing itself, deep in thought, lost in the sea of resentment.
soon. soon he can return.
father, dad— the words fill him with a white hot resentment, if only for a moment, before fading like the rest of him. at one point, such a word may have applied to him, but now?
flesh spasms under the pressure of springlocks, plush
holding onto what little remained. such questioning irritated the man(?), who has spent far too long mulling over the answers himself.
" karma finds us all, boy. " simple enough, groaned out as the animatronic shifts closer, posture and gait
https://t.co/ou8gndawy7 will slowly get thru replies + starters + dms. my attention span isnt the best atm but ill do anything for this rotten scrunkly
https://t.co/ou8gndawy7 drops and runs. feel free to add context if you want the rp to go a certain way + what variation of mr afton you want (i'll default to springtrap if not specified)
https://t.co/ou8gndawy7 i also rp william pre-springtrap and like... other variants of his immortal ass like glitchtrap etc so if anyone wants me to write him as any of those you can just lmk. scrunkly
don't look much better. "
head tilts to one side, the spring bonnie's withered eyes locked on the one who dares keep him company .
" i could always swap places with you... "
her reaction was amusing as it was infuriating. an urge to allow the wretched suits jaw to lax, to reach out and... alas, the suit was less cooperative today, digging into remnants of corpse, leaving the 'man' stiff and unsteady.
" you
william finds the reaction predictable— just how many could recognise him in such a disfigured state? if he could smile, lips would have curled into a bitter grin at the gesture. instead, he settles for a twitch of the shoulders, a poorly
formed shrug.
" hmph, " displeased as ever, but the sorry state of the kid does wonders for his mood. " you know who i am. "
twitching, the springtrap brings itself closer, maw barely held together, the stench of rot
the facility he found himself at was ... peculiar, with noises that made the memories of brain and suit alike twitch to life, as though he had never really left t͟h͟a͟t͟ place to begin with.
eyes roll to glance at the newfound presence
within the isolated room, settling on the small figure; a child, but not just any child...
william laughs, hoarse and shaky from pain. oh, his life has become far too amusing.
" sylvester, " drawled out behind the mask, ignoring the