forever--intertwined whispered: Wesker appeared behind Brad and seized the boy in a forceful embrace, digging his fingers into the other's chest as Albert crushed their bodies together. "Ne, sweetie..."

Brad let out a soft gasp, but wrapped his arms around the captain’s. “Yes?”

freddie-makesyoufear-fridays:

asklittlechickenheart:

freddie-makesyoufear-fridays:

asklittlechickenheart:

Brad was standing inside the dimly lit room. His fear already on the higher side. Though he needed the new job to pay bills and keep his baby chicks alive, why did it have to be a midnight guard shift at this creepy… children’s place. He’s been to Chuck E. Cheese, and hated it, so why did he…

The man took out another cigar, having just finished the last one, he strode over to the first camera and smiled. He stared a few good minutes before he took another drag and spoke, “Hey dere ya dum, night gaad,” he forced back a chuckle.

"Ya gonna play my game… if ya win ya gettof scott free an go home… ya lose…. well, le’s jus’ say I gotta nice Chika suit in jus’ a size too tigh/ fo ya," he chuckled, waving at the camera.

"Welcome ta Freddies!"

Brad was busy reading little notices on the walls, disgusted by the fact they were news articles. “Well.” He grumbled, casually pulling out his pack of cigarettes. He was tempted to light one in the restaurant, though he was raised better. “So… Creepy murders… Creepy characters… Creepy fucking place.”  he groaned. “Goddammit this better pay well.” Forgetting his manners, the officer pulled out a menthol cigarette and lit it.

After a long drag, he started to walk around again exploring the dining area. “Oh yay… Party hats.” he mumbled, knocking one over before fixing it again. The brunette seemed bored, though every nerve on his body was standing on end. 

He was surprised to see the other outside the guards station. So with a smile more malicious than the even Beelzebub himself, he snuck up behind the other, and placed a hand on his shoulder, gripping it tightly.

"Hey dere…. how’s it goin’ pretty bird?" he let his words roll like thunder in the air.

The pilot let out a scream and turned, whipping out the handgun and pointing it at the man behind him. It was obvious now (If it wasnt before) just how scared he was. The brunette’s hands shook as he clicked off the safety.

"I-It was going fine until you showed up." He whimpered, coughing back tears.

freddie-makesyoufear-fridays:

asklittlechickenheart:

Brad was standing inside the dimly lit room. His fear already on the higher side. Though he needed the new job to pay bills and keep his baby chicks alive, why did it have to be a midnight guard shift at this creepy… children’s place. He’s been to Chuck E. Cheese, and hated it, so why did he…

The man took out another cigar, having just finished the last one, he strode over to the first camera and smiled. He stared a few good minutes before he took another drag and spoke, “Hey dere ya dum, night gaad,” he forced back a chuckle.

"Ya gonna play my game… if ya win ya gettof scott free an go home… ya lose…. well, le’s jus’ say I gotta nice Chika suit in jus’ a size too tigh/ fo ya," he chuckled, waving at the camera.

"Welcome ta Freddies!"

Brad was busy reading little notices on the walls, disgusted by the fact they were news articles. “Well.” He grumbled, casually pulling out his pack of cigarettes. He was tempted to light one in the restaurant, though he was raised better. “So… Creepy murders… Creepy characters… Creepy fucking place.”  he groaned. “Goddammit this better pay well.” Forgetting his manners, the officer pulled out a menthol cigarette and lit it.

After a long drag, he started to walk around again exploring the dining area. “Oh yay… Party hats.” he mumbled, knocking one over before fixing it again. The brunette seemed bored, though every nerve on his body was standing on end. 

ChickenHeart gets a new job?

Brad was standing inside the dimly lit room. His fear already on the higher side. Though he needed the new job to pay bills and keep his baby chicks alive, why did it have to be a midnight guard shift at this creepy… children’s place. He’s been to Chuck E. Cheese, and hated it, so why did he actually agree to work at a place twenty times worse? He was checking the cameras at Freddie’s, gritting his teeth in an effort not to just run from the building.

He set the device down, tired of staring at frozen and creepy characters. “They get free roam? Sure as hell doesn’t seem like it.” He grumbled, growing antsy that he was staying in one spot. The pilot gave a reassuring pat to his hidden handgun and decided to venture out of the room, wanting to explore. “You can do this Vickers…. What’s the worse that can happen?”

Good news bad news best news

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The good news:

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 I found my favorite old jacket while sorting through my old stuff

The bad news:imageThe last time I wore it I was nine years old

The best news:

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I am the anime now

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.
(anons welcome)

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  • east coasters: i drove through 17 states on the way to work
  • west coasters: i have been traveling in this desert for 49 years. generations have died. children have been born. when will i make it to the promised land
  • Midwesterners: I haven't left a 20 mile radius in 2 years
  • floridians: please help me there are so many oranges they are attacki-
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“Ya’ll come round’ these parts often?” the redneck smiled.

The pilot cocked his head. “Eh. Haven’t been up here in a while, I’m usually in the city.”

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