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Cooking with Chica (REQUEST CHICAXFEM!BONNIE)It was late, just after one in the morning. The night guard had been taken care of and discarded into an empty animatronic suit, and the four hardworking members of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza were passing the time as they pleased.
As Freddy made his nightly rounds and Foxy sulked by the Cove, the clanking of pots and pans jangled from the kitchen.
Bonnie, however, had taken her place on the stage and was practicing her guitar. Except this time, she was playing songs that she wanted to play. Not those stupid jingles they'd had to sing since 1987.
Unfortunately, it's not all that easy for one to practice music while their girlfriend was stumbling around the kitchen.
Bonnie desperately tried to ignore it and focus solely on figuring out some solo, but all of Chica's clumsiness was really pissing her off.
"Chica!" she snapped, whirling around to face the kitchen. "Do you mind? The one period of time where I can actually get some work done and y
Money Can't Buy Me Love"Is there a particular reason WHY you took my wallet, Walter?"
Liam asked, feeling at the seat of his pants where his wallet would normally be.
Walter had a habit of taking his things, whether it was out of courtesy or greed, he wasn't sure.
"Just for safe-keeping, dear." Walter said simply, hardy giving Liam a second glance. He flipped a page in his newspaper, reading spectacles perched on his nose.
"Oh really?" Liam snorted. "Because if I remember correctly, the last time I let you 'safe-keep' I lost thirty bucks so you could gamble."
Liam crossed his arms over his stomach and slumped farther into the sofa he shared with his money-grubbing companion.
"It was not gambling," snorted the miser, "It was simply a dance with Lady Fortune to test my luck."
"Since when do you dance with ladies?"
"Oh, shut up."
Liam rolled over onto his back to rest his head on Walter's lap. Walter lifted the paper ever so slightly, reaching one hand down to course through Liam's hair.
Good to Be BadIt was like watching a movie.
A movie in which the film was tainted yellow and stained with age. The sheets along the reel,
burnt along the edges and flickering in and out of function, just enough for the picture to make sense.
A woman was the subject. This woman who was young and spry and loved nothing more than a good time.
She was a socialite, if you were being polite. Each party she hosted in her deceased mother's home was like wildfire, people pouring out of the doors and windows. They would shriek and shout and laugh and hoot on and on until the very crack of dawn. This woman loved every second, indulging herself carelessly in sex, drugs and bottle after bottle of spirits without even thinking.
She became very well known for her recklessness.
Everyone knew her, but she had no friends, no spouse, or any children of her own.
Her mother was the last ray of companionship, but even then, the woman was too wrapped up in her social life to grieve the loss.
One fateful night, as music bl
“For the six millionth time, yes. I am blind.”
“If blind, why wear glasses?” A French brunette sat against the hips of a pink headed boy who had made himself comfortable sitting cross-legged on the floor. She gingerly pushed said glasses up farther on the boy’s nose.
“I don’t know, Patrice, would you like everyone treating you like a cripple?” Ender said gruffly, placing down his book. He wrapped his arms round her waist as she wound her legs round his.
Patrice chose to ignore his question and produce another of her own.
“If blind, how can read?”
“I just can.”
“You stupid, you cannot read. You lie.” Patrice-Jacques said, frustrated. “Is impossible.”
“I can take off my own head. I can read if I want to.” Ender grumbled. “What’s it to you?”
“You read to ignore me,” stated the French girl simply. “You read to ign
Jerk AlertThe trees that surrounded the House were dull and lifeless. Grey and brown leaves littered and blew across the dead grass. It was around the end of Autumn and nothing was going on. None of the Oddjects seemed to have any energy to do anything. Not even Hayley, who was basically energy itself.
Rain puttered against the windowpane. It was sound, steady and sleepy enough to lull anyone into deep dreams of lazy gray days.
No one bothered to talk, no one bothered to go outside.
Tony sat at the table with a newspaper and a cup of steaming tea. He glanced across the table to Hayley, who was playing Angry Birds on her palm in her immense boredom.
The puppets had chosen to go camping, leaving all Oddjects with nothing to kill, and nothing to satisfy their testy tempers.
"This is really boring," muttered Hayley in a tone that would make Harry proud.
Ender glanced up from where he stood reading in the kitchen by the warm furnace outlet.
Tony huffed and set down his teacup. "No, I ag
Even in the Storm, Leave the Light On"But it's a quarter to..!!"
"I DON'T CARE!!" shrieked an angry lamp Oddject. "I don't CARE what time it is!"
"How can you not care about the time?!" The blue clock man screeched.
"I'll tell you somethin' pal!" spat Liam, "The sun tells me what time it is! The sun has told time since before it even began!!"
Tony opened his mouth to blurt a comeback, but nothing was coming out.
"I'm right aren't I?!" He sneered, "You know I'm right! I don't need your bloody clocks and wristwatches! I know damn well what the time is!"
Tony's left eye twitched.
"Fine, fine! Whatever! You're right! Now go away!" He waved his gloved hand dismissively.
"I will!" Liam shouted and stormed outside, slamming the door so hard, the house rattled.
Perched outside on the front stoop, Francine reclined lazily against the threshold. Her eyes had been shut in a light nap, but they snapped open when she felt the tremor caused by Liam's door-slamming rage.
She sat herself up when he stalked onto the porch.
Liam pulled a s
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
CallousedDon't let me go,
I'm afraid of the cold,
The games you've played have gotten old,
The words you say have shriveled and wilted,
The world's lost it's axis,
Round, and round, and round, and round,
A pin drops, but no one's around.
The night crashes down,
Like the vase that you threw,
Did you see the glass shatter?
The blood you drew
As I picked up the pieces.
And ran after you.
Your heart is black, but your hands are gold,
Under the gild, there's crackling coal,
Hardened and calloused, like your heartless soul,
How could I have ever dreamed you were someone to hold?
Drenched in my regret,
And my spirit is sold.
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