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February 4th, 3:16pm.

RANT POST: INCLUDES MENTIONS OF DEATH OF A PET AND SENSITIVE EMOTIONS

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That was the minute your last breath hissed past your now cold motionless lips. The stale scent of death still lingers in the back of my mind, staining the base of my tongue with a bitter sourness that fails to faulter even as the sweet flavor that I once enjoyed all so much.

My body pleads with my mind that cries stubbornly saying that the time wasn't right, you still had so much life within the shine that glistened with the ember hues that had long since glazed over after many years with a harsh milky white but still burned with the hot embers from the inferno that once burned oh so bright within your eyes.

As I sat in the vehicle that led to your demise, I admired the way the sun caressed your features shining against your ash fur like a white halo, a photo painted in the delicate paints of nature, forever immortalized in your final hours. My trembling hand brushed the fur at the base of your tail that shifted jaggedly as you spared me a sorrowful glance, tears of your own streaking down your snout that had grown painfully white as time passed, your youth dripping from your figure like a faucet that was bound to freeze over as the weather turned frigid.

You knew just as much as we all did.

My mind stung with the memory's that we shared and the little things that filled my mind with ease.

Watching your motionless figure lay limp at my feet as the timestamp of your passing branded into my memory like a heated iron on the rear of a bull, I wept staring unseeingly at the faint smile across your lips, heart stinging with hatred for the twisted reality I now had to face. Your head lulling to the side at an unnatural angle yanking mercilessly at the strings of my already shattered heart, like a puppet to the puppeteer.

Leaning my heavy head against the front seat rest I sat darkened hues glaring dangerously at the grey clouds that caked over the seemingly endless sky.

Snow began to flutter.

You had bid your goodbyes-

No, not goodbyes, you told us all goodnights knowing this was not goodbye.

relief filled my heart knowing that you had gone in peace. Pain no longer lacing your muscles that screamed in agony, you lay behind me, heavy head placed in the lap of our mother, sister clutching the back wheel next to me as she held back her pains, lip quivering hoping that no one had seen her, she did not want to seem venerable, or even noticed which I had undoubtedly had. I said nothing, knowing how she wanted so desperately to cry out and curse the world as all of us did, but I sat silently.

Arriving to your final resting place I glanced back, head turning at the one I had once and still call my brother, my family. Your eyes lacked that once lively shine they once hold just moments ago, now haunting with the remnants of mother death caressing your still warm figure, thanks to the blankets that your siblings, your babies wrapped your figure in, wrapped in never dying love and affection. I reached a steady hand into your cocoon of warmth, caressing your fur once more tears again staining my cheeks, raw from scrubbing them so harshly, bottom of my nose red and eyelids puffy I spared a single smile. The one I shared with you in your last moments of life. Now shared with you in your first moments of invisible immortality.

Your sisters, mother and I bid our final goodbyes to your physical body that sat motionlessly in the back seat of your hearse, wrapped comfortingly in the soft coffin to which it will stay till time ceases to exist.

Staring down at the turned soil mixed with the frozen water that fell from above, blanketing your descended figure I lingered, the frosty tears that fell from above caressing my reddened cheeks, scraping harshly at the rawness of my exposed flesh as you howled out your words that only came on the whistle of the wind not yet to be understood by human ears, but I glanced to the bright but clouded sky that smile you loved oh so much again playing against my aching features, I chuckled at your words wrapping the leash that once led me around my neck I nodded.

"I'll visit you every chance I get, I promise, even if I'm not able to any time soon, I will forever remember you." I choked back a throat tightening sob as I spoke, voice cracking painfully.

As day now turned to night you linger in my mind, even if it had been just a few fast-passing hours I linger in the home we all shared, silence deafening and gut wrenching, I linger on the sunken in furniture waiting for the weight to shift beside me, for me to glance over and see your figure, snout nestled into the crook of my knee, tail thumping against the stiff furniture. But all there is now, a cold spot where you once lay. My hand ghosting over what once was.

I sit here, crying silently in grief of your absence but again I sit here joyed, happy that you are no longer in pain.

I vow to read books aloud in case you are here listening silently. I will laugh louder even if it is hard to come but I will bellow in triumph, the melody of joy echoing into the heavens above in a way to tell you I am happy, and I have not forgotten you.

I love you so so so so so so so so so much, I am glad we met in this lifetime I wouldn't have it any other way.

Rest your weary head my brother, Sleep soundlessly Trip I love you <3

Fnaf SB X NonBi!Blacklight!Drummer!Animatronic!reader

Beat Your Own drum

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

ANNOUNCEMENT

Request: no

Pairing: none

mainly mentioned: Reader

Pronouns: They/them

Warnings: Anxiety, Possible anxiety attack, swearing

A/N: This isn't like the bullet point post that I did last time. This is the lengthy story format.

ENCORE

Anxiety embraced your tense form warmly, invisible limbs wrapping around your torso whispering harmful nothings in your brightly pigmented ears.

A shudder racked your spine sending unwelcomed twinges through your wires, your fingertips even though you weren't supposed to feal, felt numb, tingly, like pins and needles of a limb that had fallen asleep after being seated for too long.

A large firm hand placed itself on the little of your back, jolting your head spun (E/C) hues meeting with a pair of ocean blue ones that swirled with a flurry of emotions you were yet able to read.

The main singer had noticed your tense figure, ears pulled to the sides of your head and twitching fingers, every so often he would catch incoherent mumbles of encouragement but only for it to be of to no avail. Shoving the small resentment and anger towards you aside he took it upon himself to check on you.

"You ready kid?" he hums softly almost like you were a meek little bird that would be startled by even the slightest movement, brows furrowing his sky-colored orbs swirled with concern. Shaking your head, you turned from his blue and red lined masked face, eyes directed to the elevator like stage platform, instruments equally spaced for each animatronic. You could hear the upbeat music that played above the surface, it just barely reaching your ears. "No, but do I really have a choice?" Your ears sunk further, shoulders rising as a labored breath? racked your chest. Your anxiety had grown worse at the distinct chatter that seeped into the underground 'Mascot aid and performance' area.

The bears large hand like paw circled, calmly trailing your back at an attempt to calm your stressed wires and spurring gears. "You're going to do great, I'm sure of it!" He chirped, monotone voice humming comfortably.

Your body jolted forwards as a sudden weight slung itself across your back. A bubbly giggle escaped the chicken's beak as she snuggled her feathers against your face. It hadn't taken long for you two to grow close, yeah, she was iffy on your first arrival and how you would react, this having been the reason because of a certain gator... but after the week of maintenance and such you were able to finally properly interact with the crew. The others had to admit you were quite well with the ladies as you already had Chica and Roxanne wrapped around your finger. "Come on (Y/N)! You're gonna do amazing!" She squealed; lean arms being wrapped around your neck careful not to jab you in the head with her pink shoulder guards.

"But-"

"Alright droids, get in your places its show time!" A prepubescent voice demanded patting Montgomery on the back whose tail swayed behind him as he jogged towards his assigned spot on the moving stage platform, lifting the warm colored base guitar strap over his head he groaned, struggling momentarily as he attempted to get the strap over his purple shoulder guards. A few incoherent curses later the instrument was finally in its rightful place on his shoulder.

Placing a hand on your own yellow shoulder guards Freddy nodded. Saphire hues boring into your own as if to silently cheer you on.

Furrowing your brows, you nodded back with a deep breath. "I've got this... Maybe..." With a hearty chuckle the bear patted your shoulder reassuringly. "There you go. come on." He smiled softly head leaning toward the others who looked back at the two.

"LET'S ROCK THE ROOF OFF THIS JOINT!" Montgomery chanted, deep voice bellowing through the opening above.

Your legs took on a mind of their own as you marched to your drum set, the neon lights inside glowing brightly followed with the neon yellow drumsticks on the side.

eyes everting toward the chair before you, you sat clawed hands wrapping around the wooden, neon sticks, foot on the bass drums peddle you heaved a breath with another firm nod.

"Let's fucking do this."

The stage platform jerked, your metal exterior skeleton clinking together softly. The music blared as the announcer's voice boomed proudly.

"LADYS AND GENTALMEN BOYS AND GIRLS FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT WOULD LIKE YOU TO PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR THE FREDDY FAZBEAR BAND, WE ALSO WANT TO GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO OUR NEW RECRUIT TO THE CREW PLEASE WELCOME (Y/N) THE (Animal)!"

Deafening cries of welcoming filled your soul as the platform finally came to a jolting stop.

The music quieted as did the crowd.

Stage lights shining on you, the new center of attention.

With an anxious exhale your arms lifted, neon drumsticks suspended in the air.

Everything felt as if it had slowed, crippling anxiety ate, devouring your nonexistent stomach, you felt as if you could hurl. With clenching eyes and a firm smack of your sticks the lights flickered.

The crowd roared as they cried out in awe at your now vibrantly glowing appearance as your sticks thrummed against the instrument Infront of you.

Eyes fluttering open slightly you gazed to the crowd, glowsticks and neon apparel illuminating the huge room as they danced. You grinned widely at the breath-taking sight, anxiety fading away like a monster in the light.

Glancing from your audience your (E/C) hues met with a pair of blue ones once again. Freddy grinned as he danced along the stage spitting lyrics. Roxanne's hair flew into the air, clearly feeling the new beat as she headbanged.

Chica cried out in silent cheers as she tore a mean riff grinning widely at your illuminating form.

However, when your eyes landed on the oversized Gator, he glared back with resentment? Anger?

Again, anxiety devoured your wires, figure becoming stiff and jerky as he turned away from you.

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"You did AMAZING out there (N/N)!" Chica cried as she hoped around the now descended platform. You lay the drumsticks down wiping the developed condensation from your brow smiling nervously at the hyper chicken who seemed to notice your still tense form.

Beak opening to speak she was cut off by a loud crash, heads jerking in the direction of the destruction you coiled.

Montgomery growled loudly as he marched from the room, Bass guitar laying on the ground somewhat unharmed "I gotta go blow some fuckin' steam." He growled marching down the hall, footsteps fading as he trudged.

You sighed softly ears once again retreating to the side of your head.

Freddy turned facing your saddened form. "Don't mind him, he's a bit hot headed." He spoke nonchalantly with the shake of his head. You nodded mouth opening to reply.

"Don't- he does this a lot; you'll get used to it eventually." Roxanne sighed.

"H-How about we go and do our meet and greets now? I'm sure Monty will come around eventually." Chica suggested with a nervous chuckle. With mutters of agreement again a large hand placed itself on the little of your back. Glancing up at the brown bear he chuckled.

"Better grab a few pens and get ready for flashing camera's because you're the center of attention today." Your nervous smile faltered into a poker face at the mention of this. With a long sigh your shoulders slunk forward, torso slouching as you stumbled from the performance room.

This was gonna be a long day...

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WOOOO TWO PARTS IN ONE DAY, YALL BLEW PART ONE UP (to me anyway) BUT HERE IS YA PART 2, PART 3 COMING AS SOON AS I AM FINISHED.

I also might turn this into a full-blown book that I will probably put on like Wattpad and shit too so- yeah. Let me know if I should or not!!

I FINALLY HAVE A HUNDRED OF YOU LITTLE SHITS

I DUB THEE THE MENTALLY ILL COUCH GOBLINS WHO MUNCH ON CHEEZY DORITOS AT FOUR IN THE MORNING WHILE READING FANFICTION AND LISTENING TO INDIES MUSIC >:D

Fnaf SB X NonBi!Blacklight!Drummer!Animatronic!reader

Beat Of Your Own Drum

Request: No

Pairing(s): None, platonic

Warnings: Mentions of Bonnie (I found that Bonnie is a sensitive subject for some.),

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, part 4, Part 5, ANNOUNCEMENT

First interaction/Opinions

When your future arrival was first announced the animatronics were informed that you would be taking a place on stage alongside them as a drummer. But also informed that Bonnie Bowl would be reconstructed into (Y/N)'s Boom Room.

Freddy was not as big of a fan at the mentions of his old friend's area being taken over by a total stranger, to say the least it affected him the most. What if you weren't fit for the responsibility of caring for such an important (according to Freddy at least) room? What if you tore it apart and destroyed all that was left of his buddy?

Montgomery on the other hand seemed overjoyed at the mention of that god forsaken eyesore of a Bowling alley finally disappearing. But did not seem so happy about the new arrival, but you are winning your way to his good side even though he hasn't even spoken to the yet arrived new attraction.

Chica, the same as Freddy was not very joyous over the whole ordeal of the alley's demise but she was quite excited about the arrival of their new bandmate.

As time passed the crew began to notice changes around the plex, bigger brighter and more eye-catching posters, the large sized (what they guessed to be) drum set that sat at the far corner of the stage, sheet tossed over the equipment to keep children and parents from questioning.

They also watched with saddened hearts as the sign from Bonnie Bowl was removed and construction had resumed as scheduled.

a few (2 long) months later

When the day came, a squad of movers backed a large truck to the front of the empty building, since it had been closed to 'Welcome the new recruit'

after getting your crate moved inside, they set the heavy box of machinery onto the tiled flooring. A few mechanics took it to the main stage that had been emptied of any of the band members so the workers could do what needed to be done.

It took a hot minute to get your crate open after descending into the parts and service under the main stage, it took quite a few crowbars and pounding hammers, the business you had come from said it was a 'safety precaution' for if something happened or they got lost you would not get damaged or stolen "If they were stolen from the truck the thief would have one hell of a time trying to pry that crate open! We need to keep our best work of art and latest advanced piece of technology safe after all!"

After a lengthy time, consuming check up on your electrical, movement programing, systems and vocal checkups on the operation table in the Protective Cylinder you ascended back onto the lift for the main show stage.

as the show stage lift jolted to a stop you were greeted by the four main band-men (Women)(mates)

At first, they were confused, and somewhat awe struck at your rather dark? appearance. Your body was encased with black plushed fur, but your stomach, snout, eyes, arm guards, kneecaps, feet(paws) and the inside of your ears were painted with vibrant neon colors that mainly consisted of red, blue, green and pinks.

Roxy was the first to welcome you to the plex and the new part of the band surprisingly, you honestly expected that Freddy or Chica would have been the ones who would warmly welcome you.

Speaking of Freddy, he stood quite a way away... eyeing you from afar. He despised the twinge of resentment that bubbled in the pit of his programing, he hadn't even heard you speak or interact with the others yet. That was till Roxanne tossed her arm over your shoulders.

Now that he saw your size difference, he rubbed the back of his neck. You were quite short compared to the rest. (You're not that short but you are quite short lmao)

The electricians warned the animatronics and workers that the lights were to momentarily to go out to check the new lights that were installed around the Plex.

As soon as the words leave the workers mouth the lights are shut down and immediately long black lights illuminated the building.

Again, in awe the crew gazed upon your magnificence, your body painted in neon glowed, illuminating the room with vibrant pigments.

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Part 1 finished! Part 2 coming soon if this gets enough attention

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!

(This is my online persona, Stereo)

the amount of parents who come to the pizzaplex that deserve to be classified as BSL-4 biohazards is too much. This is a petition to throw all asshole adults who ever enter the pizzaplex into the Gator Golf ball bucket for eternity

Unfortunately, I will be indefinitely be away from this and many other sights with my writings, as many of you may know, AO3 was scraped and many fanfiction and original works along with a few of my own were used to train an AI made for writing.

This also means the google docs used for taking requests will be disabled and possibly unpublished in general.

It has left me unable to write and has put me in an art block that I can't seem to escape, some of the people who have submitted requests and I have started on have noticed this as well and I apologize sincerely that your own Idea's will not be published, and to those I give full permission to use the bulleten docs I have written on and to do with them as you please since it was your idea's I was supposed to bring to life and am now unable to do so.

It has gutted me knowing that the work and dedication I have put into my creations has been stiped away, that my ideas, my planning, my plots and other points were torn from me and other creators with barely any word until recently. I have made many accounts here on Tumblr and other websights such as: Wattpad, Quotev, AO3, and other places but due to the AO3 incident I will no longer be publishing my work publically in fear of my hard work being once more torn away.

I am not sure if Tumblr or any of the websights I use have been snagged by AI or not but I do not want to risk this from happening again. I sincerely apologize, maybe one day in the near or far future I will return to my accounts and indulge in my hobbies but now is not the time, nor may it ever be.

-Sincerely,

Alabastor

FNaF SB x NonBi!Animatronic!Blacklight!Drummer! reader

Beat of Your Own Drum

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

ANNOUNCEMENT

Authors note!: I would like to advise that this will only be updated on the weekends and breaks because I have school and such but here is the next chapter!

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'System activating... Welcome back (Y/N)!'

'Safe Mode'

Your gears grind and wires tighten, vision coming back to you in fluttering blinks, a hiss erupted from your stomach, hatch opening to reveal your internal machinery. A voiced hummed lowly clicked their pen as your heavy eyelids are forced open, stomach hissing with a clank as it shut with ease.

"Ah, you have awoken! Welcome back!" A monotone voice boomed, ears coiling back at the sudden loudness as the pitch bounced off of the walls, surrounding you like a quilted blanket. "You are going to be put on reduced power for a while, so we know how your body will accept the programing correctly." The voice came again a bit cheerier than the last time he spoke.

Blinking back blurry eyes, your head lifted. "Reduced power?" Before you stood a man, clipboard in hand, pen clicking post-haste. Swiping a thick lock of charcoal colored hair from his eyes, tucking it haphazardly behind a clefted ear. It was quite complicated to see his body due to the illy pigmented handler suit that he sported, the shoulders loose fitting but wrist bands held snug to his skin as if to shield himself from some unknown disease. "Yep! You will need a charge every hour, the technicians said it was a safety precaution so that they or we- know how well your system accepts the new programing and if there is any faulty coding!"

"Who are you? W-what happened after the coding?" You groaned with a pained snarl, brows furrowed weakly, lifting a pigmented paw to your head you glanced down at the man that stood not many inches shorter than yourself.

He grinned, smile beaming as his hands waved energetically. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I am Lukas your assigned handler!" He chirped gleefully. Your head tilted a brow lifted at the sudden news. "Oh, and about your question! The technicians had to shut your engines down for a few days so you could compute the new coding! It's been a few days but now you're up and ready to go!" He stated zestfully. You nodded leisurely with a hum before your mouth opened to speak. "-it's kinda weird you have only been here for a few days and already got shut down for new coding! Well, that should be expected from your advanced technology and AI of course! The company wants you to be of extreme entertainment!" Lukas boasted with a song under his tone.

Your mind began to wonder as the man- or your 'handler' continues to drag on with his one-sided conversation.

Vibrant (E/C) hues raking the unusual landscape before your hands folded formally behind your back. It was bright, strips of electrifying colors lined the creases along the seams between the ceiling and the wall, paint crips and fresh, visually still wet but physically sooth and dry like a sheet of waxed paper. Along the walls stood a wide array of instruments that stretched from childish plastic guitars etched with unique designs, to large drums with abnormally big drumsticks and bass pedals.

Your padded feet brushed gingerly along the carpeted flooring, stifling the loud thud of your weight. The fabric was short but satisfyingly soft, almost like the plush fur that covered your metal exterior. Head lifting you observed the oddly uniquely designed ceiling. Painted on the ceiling was a portrait Montgomery ripping away on his bass guitar, star rimmed glasses tilted down the crease of his snout. Freddy performing stunts, mic held in hand with a cheery, bubbly grin across his bright features, Chica tearing notes from the copper cords that strung along her beaming hot pink and vicious blueberry colored guitar. On her right the infamous Wolf's head was thrown back in triumph as she curdled the cords of her Keytar a musical note tearing from her throat. Then on the left beside the large gator was an animal. Ears perked as their hands clutched a pair of vibrant stick, prepared to blow the cheering audience away with a single flick of their wrists and downfall of their arms.

The painting encased the ceiling in a scene forever stopped in time, a memory you can replay relentlessly when days are slow.

"Pretty cool huh?" Lukas chirped, snapping you from your dazed gaze your head turned, eyes unmoving as you observed the elegant strokes of the paintbrush's. You hummed nonchalantly in reply. "Is this the entertainment room of mine that I have been hearing oh so much about?" You puzzled no such expression on your nonexistent tongue. Intaking a breath Lukas hummed daintily. "Ahh~ the sweet-sweet smell of drying paint, and yes, this is your Entertainment room! (Y/N)'S BOOM ROOM!" He pronounced turning his back to you before pointing a callused thumb to his shoulders.

There engraved? onto his jumper was your signature and Entertainment room name shown in vibrant sewn words, a cheaply ironed thin photo of you with your thumb sprung up and grinning features melted into the fabric, just below your portrait read '(Y/N) HANDLER'

A chuffed 'huh' left your throat before strutting towards the male, now that you had actually looked at the man your head tilted slightly, he was quite a bit smaller than you were, his somewhat malnourished figure was abnormal for you compared to most children and adults who were quite plump. Yes, you have seen some lean people, but he was on another level. The stubble under his chin faint but noticeable from up close, thick but ragged sideburns hugging the shape of his slightly sunken in cheeks, he looked almost skeletal.

Lukas visibly slunk from your towering figure, usually enthusiastic behavior fading into sour anxiety. "C-can you not stare please?" He spoke meekly, eyes snapping to the plush carpeting beneath his booted feet. Your figure straightened, despite the urge to observing him more you did as he asked a regretful look on your metaled features. "I- heh, sorry this is really the first time I've seen a person this close before. I wasn't trying to cause you harm." You spoke anxiously the lie in your voice not as evident as you had figured.

Lukas glanced up at your towering figure. "N-NO! I would never think you would hurt me! I-I just- people usually pick and poke fun at me due to my height and well, weight." he squeaked with a strained voice. You shook your head a denying hum escaping your voice box.

"No, I would never." You stated bluntly a hand waving frantically, anxiety tugging at your wires. Lukas noticed the panic in your (E/C) hues as regret lace his own. The two of you exchanged apologies before being trapped in a very uncomfortable silence to which you had left the room after a hot minute.

Neon lights glared down at your form as you made your way through the main lobby.

The building was silent, sun setting just behind the horizon painting the sky above in smooth warm pigments, almost like a canvas. Your feet slowed to a stop at the glass doors, the colors were hypnotizing, almost enticing you to push a padded palm to its surface, you could mentally hear the cry of the door's hinges crying out in obedience, you could almost feel the cool summer kissing your plush fur, invisible arms embracing you-

"(Y/N)!" You were startled from your trance, (E/C) hues still staring at the open door before you, darkly pigmented palm plush against the clear surface. Just as you expected, the warm breeze groped your figure like a pair of delicate hands admiring your figure.

The outside smelt fresh unlike the thick smell of burnt oil and melted cheese, a delicate scent of daisies embedding itself into your programing like a hot branding. You wanted to go outside, for just a single moment, let the wind take you places you may never see.

You were tugged back harshly, a large hand gripping your wrist joint tightly. Head snapping back your vibrant orbs met with the lemony citrus ones that stare back at you widely. The glass door hissed to a close, clicking as it locked into place.

Roxanne released your wrist hesitantly with a relived breath hand slapping over her breast plate patting over the metal where her heart would be located, her breath was labored as if she had been running. "W-What are you doing!?" She huffed breathlessly.

Your mouth opened to speak only for it to close again unable to find the words to explain what exactly you were doing. Roxanne's gold hues narrowed at you slightly pointing towards the glass confinements behind you. "We can't go out there!" She stated seeming to catch her breath slightly, straightening up she swept a hand over her tail smoothing the ruffled fur. "Why not?" You puzzled innocently.

Roxanne looked at you firmly straightening her torso that clicked and spurred. "Because the water and stuff that falls from the sky will destroy our body's, we'll rust!" She spoke placing a delicate palm to your shoulder head tilting. There is a better reason but that's a story for a different day." She said solemnly, you nodded slowly stepping away from the clear doors. "But other than that, Freddy wanted us all to meet up during closing time." She directed a finger behind her as if to point to the destination the meeting was going to be.

You nodded with a hum, "thank you for letting me know- I'm not sure I'm going to be there I'm just really tired." You spoke, after almost escaping outside you had suddenly felt extremely tired, well that was enough adrenaline for today, I guess.

"B-But- didn't you just wake up from your coding? I thought you would be charged and ready to go." She said brows furrowing. You rubbed the back of your head, mind snapping back to when Lukas was talking to you. "Yeah, I was put on reduced power."

"For what?" She questioned face contorting into genuine confusion. Your shoulders lifted before falling heavily. "I guess it's to see if my systems accept the coding completely or if there is any 'faulty' coding. Thats what Lukas told me." You replied placing a hand over your chest as if to signal where the disc was located.

Roxanne nodded widely, lime-colored bangs sweeping over her shout gingerly, not asking any further questions. "Well, you go and charge, so you don't shut down on us, the kids missed you enough already so don't want to keep your little fans waiting. It's not like they won't make me their new favorite!" She said sarcastically, whipping her hair around dramatically gaining a hearty chuckle from you, to which she joined with a warm smile. "Well, I'm going to go charge-n BUT! Stay away from my kiddo's or I might have to beat you at your race way!" You chuckled playfully gaining a wink from the wolf before vocally shooting two fingers' guns, "I can't promise anything, but I'll talk to you later" She chuckled jogging through the passing doors and up the escalader.

Watching as the grey wolf slid from your vision and around the corner the smile on your face wavered as you glanced back towards the clear doors that separated you from the outside. The sun had set, only a few yellow rays streaked across the sky followed by the few stars that littered as much of the sky as you could see.

With a heavy sigh you strolled to your room.

Maybe one day you could run through the grass and embrace the wind back.

Guess who finally got some time off of work to write requests!

Not sure if I mentioned how dedicated I am to making my writing as historically accurately as possible, no matter the writing.

I dead ass bought the Iliad and the Odyssey and assassin's creed Odyssey.

I bought the book because of special interest, and I can organically get information for my Greek mythology/EPIC writings.

Bought the assassin's creed to get a map of Odysseus' palace and it's in shambles, like the building is nothing but relics. Not even the ceiling exists man like- so I have to go off a whim with this shit.

With mha, I bought the movies, and watched the multi-hour lore videos directing characters taking notes. So I don't get my requests done very fast because of it but it's fun for the most part