I Like Perching Like A Little Bisexual Gargoyle (feardrummed)

“I like perching like a little bisexual gargoyle” (feardrummed)

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

★ — Gregory snorts, the beginnings of a laugh as the corners of his lips tug upwards half - noticeably. His eyes are bright, dancing with amusement and mischief ; a light that is only just now beginning to come back to them since that night. She's perched precariously on the edge, and without much further consideration Gregory decides he wants to come up too.

"Hold on ——."

All the warning he gives before he starts his climb up, a little bit more of a struggle given how much smaller his limbs are than Ollie's.

( he can practically hear Michael telling him to get down — not that he would listen even if his guardian were there ).

“   am i the one who did this to you ??   ” ( maybe daycare!mollie accidentally hurt gregory while trying to catch him? :o )

❥     𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝟑𝟓𝟖/𝟐 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 ( 𝟏.𝟓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐗 )   (   𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑   )    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

★ — Gregory winces ; physically pulling away from the concern in the animatronic's voice, the sudden movement eliciting a hiss through clenched teeth, flash of pain flickering across his features before he can catch himself. A careful distance is maintained between the two of them, Gregory half - turned in the opposite direction as if he's prepared to run at any moment.

"M'fine."

He's not — not incapacitated, but certainly in pain, with an arm extended across his chest so hand can flatten against the back of his opposite shoulder, where he had almost been grabbed before he'd managed to slip away ( a burst of adrenaline having carried him just enough farther forward ). But he speaks with a firmness that says he won't hear otherwise, he won't spend his time here being coddled by an animatronic meant to look after kids like him.

"Jus' a scratch. Not that bad." ( certainly not the worst that could have been dealt ). "I — I need to keep moving."

# I̶N̴S̵E̴R̶T̷ ̷ C̴O̸I̶N̵ ̷ T̵O̵ ̴P̶L̵A̴Y̵

independent &. selective - v̶̢͑a̶̲̺͋́͜n̶̜̎͜e̵̖͚̖̘͐̄̇s̴̯̟̰̃͛̓s̶̤͔͊͒̎͆a̸̡̮̝͓̾̓͗͝ ̷̟̪͈̳͛̋̈́ ̶̘̠͇͝ͅă̸̪͔̞̺b̴̡̮̬̹͑̚b̴̢̙̗͈͐̄̆o̴̩͚͍̒̍̒̿t̷̨̃̑͝,̸̜̿̈́̍̌ VANNY . of five nights at freddy's : help wanted &. security breach. based on my own headcanons &. lore interpretation. written by morgan, 26, est, she/her. 🐇

“ let’s go smash some stuff 'til ya' ready to talk, 'kay? “ // bonnie being the cool parent, god bless, asdfghjkl

★ — Peers up at the animatronic rabbit, through a mess of tousled brown - locks that hang across his face, half - obscuring his eyes from sight. There's a tension held through his entire body ( shoulders lifted, his hands balled into fists at his side, jaw set ) that doesn't quite dissipate at the suggestion, but loosens somewhat.

"Really?"

He's surprised, and still hesitant. Surely there has to be some sort of programmed protocol that insists the animatronics try to help kids through their feelings in a healthy, productive manner ; Gregory's not so sure that breaking stuff is healthy or productive, but he can't deny that it sounds like a good outlet frustration, fear, and anger he's been keeping bottled up inside him since that night. He doesn't want to talk about it, and it's hard to believe the words for it all exist even if he did.

A moment passes — it's clear the offer is genuine, as Bonnie doesn't push further. Gregory's shoulders drop, and he lets out a huff of air through his nose.

"Yeah, okay. Let's go smash stuff."

oh yeah I have a vanessa sideblog if any new followers didn't know

❛ We always think there's gonna be more time. ❜ @jeremangled :)

THE WALKING DEAD SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS

★ — "Stop it. Shut— shut up."

Jeremy doesn't have to say the truth ; Gregory can feel it settle in the pit of his stomach with an absolute certainty. Overwhelming and unmistakeable, a violent whirlwind of emotions he's felt before threaten to knock him off his feet. His throat burns. His eyes burn. Grief, pity, anger, guilt. The guilt seeping in, filling every crack of his broken self.

There's a bone deep weariness to Jeremy that hadn't been present a few hours ago — the sort of resignation that only comes with the inevitable, especially when you take stupid risks like trying to smuggle a kid outside of the quarantine zone. Gregory's seen the look in his eyes before, reflected back at him only a month ago on the face of his best friend. Just as defeated.

How do you begin to mourn a person still standing in front of you?

There'd been some comfort, then, in thinking that maybe they'd go out together, united in losing their humanity until some poor soul came to put them out of their misery. Here, there's no comfort in companionship to be found.

Michael had made it out unscathed. Gregory was the only person in the world that would never know the real, true fear of turning.

( Marlene had called it a miracle, but he's starting to think it's a fucking curse. is this his life, now? forever haunted by the ghosts he has no choice but to leave behind, always seeing them reflected in the eyes of those his miracle cure wasn't fast enough to save? )

"You're infected, aren't you?"