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Falling-Into-Blue — Don't Go Chasing Rabbits - Part 29
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Mike doesn't bother trying to protest as Bonnie leads him out of Ms. Sanchez's office. It's not like it would do anything. The hand on his shoulder, fingers placed delicately but immovably, is proof enough of that. Gentle pressure. A soft, constant push forward. Utterly impossible to escape. Mike is an expert on being grabbed, but this technique is completely unfamiliar to him. To force someone into motion, you usually need either a massive psychological advantage or a firm thrust. Bonnie is using neither. Just the barest hint of force, the unyielding nature of his own flesh, and the threat of what could happen if Mike doesn't go along with it.Joke's on him. Mike's not stupid enough to believe he's actually in danger here. Bonnie already had a chance to kill him tonight – if the android wanted him dead, he would already be in pieces. Mike has no idea why he's safe, but he is. The giddy warmth of that thought carries him outside, into the silent hallways.
Bonnie takes him past the office Mike's spent all his nights in so far, down the hall, all the way to an unfamiliar door. Make that a doorframe. The snapped-off hinges still stuck to its sides wouldn't support anything. Inside is another office, almost but not quite identical to the first. It's roomier, with two large vents gaping open, toothless and hungry, over the scarred desk. There's a file cabinet, a large potted plant, and two uneven stacks of TV screens on either side of the doorway. The walls are covered in pictures.
Only one door. Mike slows down as his burst of suicidal courage begins to fade. No escape route. He could try and fit into one of the vents, but Bonnie's hand is still on his shoulder. He won't be able to get up there before he's caught.
He squeezes his eyes shut. Be real, Mike. You're already caught.
The hand on his shoulder presses him forward. He balls his fists at his side and steps into the room. All the sound cuts out the moment he's over the threshold. The rustling of footsteps, the murmur of voices, the occasional bursts of volume as someone loses their temper and yells – it's all gone. The only sound left is the quick lub-dub of his own adrenaline-fuelled heart. Mike skitters in a bit further, but Bonnie's fingers tighten the slightest bit when he tries to move behind the desk. That's out, then. He stops where he is, steadies himself, and looks up.
Red eyes settle on him, burning like stars. They possess the same terrible gravity that consumes planets and pulls meteors to their doom. Mike swallows thickly and fights to look away. The room feels very cold all of a sudden.
So. Talking.
Bonnie speaks first. He was the one who started this. It shouldn't be a surprise, but it is. “Why?”
Mike blinks and scrambles for a response. “Why what?”
He knows as soon as it's out of his mouth that he said something wrong. Bonnie doesn't have the patience to beat around the bush. The weight of those inhuman eyes presses down on him until he's ready to cry or scream. Words tumble out of his mouth, but he can barely even hear them. He's drowning and all he can see is red.
“Why the fire alarm? Why I left the office? Why I'm still here? Good questions, all of them! Wish I knew the answers. How about this for 'why' – why didn't you kill me?”
Slowly, like a cat in a sunbeam, the android blinks. “Why help? Before.”
Mike's throat is dry and painful when he swallows. Oh thank god, some context. “In the bathroom?”
That gets him a nod. Still slow, deliberate.
'So you wouldn't kill me' is the first thought that jumps into his head, but like hell he's going to say that. He might not know where this conversation was going, but he can tell that'll go over badly. Besides, now that he's had a chance to think about them, the words don't sit quite right. They aren't wrong, exactly, but...
He didn't need to give Bonnie his towel back then, did he?
“You were hurting,” he says finally. “You shouldn't need a reason to help when someone's hurting. Might not always work out the way you hope, but the effort is important. Right?” The corners of his mouth push upward, just a bit.
For a long moment, Bonnie does nothing. Just watches, inhuman and immaculate, so still his edges shimmer in the corner of Mike's vision. The smile dies on Mike's lips. He waits for – something. Judgement, maybe. Or laughter. Or death.
What happens is this: Bonnie lowers his eyes, draping thick lashes over mechanical irises the red of an exposed heart. His face is blank. His shoulders are still. Ever-so-slightly, his right arm twitches. He looks the same as he did in the hallway, when he let Mike go hurtling past.
“Why are you still here, Mike Schmidt?” he asks, each syllable clear and flawless.
“Because no one will care if I die.”
Mike snaps his jaw shut, but it's too late. He didn't mean to say that. It's probably against the rules to say shit like this. He flinches back, tripping over his own feet in an effort to put some distance between them.
Too late. Bonnie is already in front of him. A gloved hand hovers less than an inch from his eye. Long fingers rest against his cheek, tilting his head back like a doll. His neck aches. Doesn't matter. He can't look away. Bonnie's face isn't expressionless anymore, but Mike couldn't put a name to the emotion it conveys if his life depended on it. Whatever it is, it punches the air out of him and leaves him choking on his own tongue. Red eyes drop to his throat.
Vulnerable, his survival instinct whispers. There's no follow-up – just an acknowledgement of possibility. If Bonnie wanted, he could break Mike's neck in an instant.
The hand drops, leaving a strip of warmth on cold skin. Mike blinks. Bonnie is gone. He staggers back, whirling toward the doorway. It's empty. He's alone.
Slowly, he raises a hand to his cheek. He can still feel Bonnie's touch on his skin.
Raised voices echo through the halls as Mike returns to the public areas of the building. Immediately, all thoughts about Bonnie are shoved to the back of his mind. He can't make out the words yet, but he does recognize the people talking. It's not even 3 AM. Ms. Sanchez and Fritz are having an argument. He's about to walk into it.
Nothing like an impending disaster to wake you up in the morning, he thinks, and walks faster.
The noise starts to resolve into words. Mike breathes in at the wrong time and chokes on warm, pizza-scented air.
“–I wasn't hiding anything,” Ms. Sanchez protests. “It just wasn't a good time–”
“Bullshit,” Fritz hisses, low and vicious. Mike's never heard him use that tone before. He could happily live the rest of his life without ever hearing it again. “Give me the papers. We're leaving.”
“Fritz–” she starts.
“Give. Me. The. Papers.”
She draws in a breath to try again. Something personal now, intimate, to try and tug at Fritz's heartstrings. Mike knows how these things go. He doesn't need to know what the argument is about to know it's the wrong decision.
“Scott wouldn't have wanted–”
There's a loud scrape as Fritz shoots to his feet, knocking his chair over in the process. “Scott's a fucking idiot! He doesn't get an opinion! And until you work the night shift, neither do you!”
Mike freezes midstep, one foot hovering just above the ground. Scott? Why are they–
“I didn't want to tell you until we knew for sure! And then this mess happened. How was I supposed to break the news?”
“Not like this!”
A sad little sound has his head jerking toward the opposite end of the hall. Jeremy's there, eyes wide and sightless, one hand over his mouth. He wobbles a little, unsteady on his feet. Reaches out with the hand that isn't stifling sobs and uses the wall to prop himself up.
Oh, Mike thinks. Oh shit. She couldn't have...
The door to Ms. Sanchez's office slides open exactly the same way the doors to the main security office do. Same pace, same noise. Fritz still manages to make it seem like he's slamming the door open when he leaves, a bunch of forms clutched in one fist. Mike catches a glimpse of Ms. Sanchez looking out after him. Her face has gone yellow. She stares after Fritz like a starving traveller in a desert who's realized the oasis is just another mirage. He glances around the hall, taking in Jeremy's trembling form and Mike's still one, then flips her off.
“Scott's alive,” he barks. “He's fucked up. Comatose. They aren't sure when he'll wake up. There,” he says loudly, refusing to look back at Ms. Sanchez, “you don't have to worry about breaking the news. Now fuck off.”
She might say something back. It's hard to tell. If she does, Mike can't make it out over the ringing in his ears. Jeremy's mouth drops open in slow motion.
'He's alive?' the blond mouths. Says. Whatever.
Fritz nods jerkily, his mouth a harsh line. His eyes burn as he moves towards them. He offers the pages silently, facing upward. Mike closes his eyes and forces himself to breathe. Hospital visitation forms. Isn't that a blast from the past.
“Are we going?” he asks. Thinks he asks, anyways. His voice sounds like it's coming from a long ways away.
It isn't a question, really. The answer comes through in the weakness of Jeremy's knees, the slight tremor of Fritz's hand around the papers. There's no choice for the two of them. So Mike schools his numb face into an imitation of a smile and steps forward. Some slight tension eases from the hallway as he does so. He keeps walking. Fritz and Jeremy fall into step behind him.
They don't run into anyone on the way out. Thank god. He doesn't know what would happen if someone tried to stop them.
Mike has never liked hospitals. They smell bad. The lights buzz and it sets his teeth on edge. Also, every time he steps through those big sliding doors, he's gripped by the irrational fear that someone he loves has died. It's stupid. He didn't even know Scott that well. By the time their forms are processed, he's almost totally disconnected from his body. The nurse calls them, softly, like she's afraid to wake someone up. There is no one sleeping here. There is no one, period. The three of them are the only ones in this waiting room.
Jeremy shoots to his feet, moving after her with long, bounding strides. Fritz follows, hands jammed in his pockets. Mike looks at the floor and stays where he is. He doesn't want to move right now. To be honest, he's not sure if he can.
The last time he sat in a room like this, there was a blanket around his shoulders and blood drying on his skin. If he focuses on where he is, it all comes back – the heavy fabric, the hushed voices, the sick feeling curled in the pit of his stomach. The tacky streaks adhering to his skin. The sound of screeching metal playing in his head on a loop, over and over until he wants to crack his skull open. Maybe that would let it out.
There's no point. He drifts instead, putting as much distance between him and reality as he can. Lets go of the white walls, the soft-backed chairs, the brightly-coloured posters full of disturbing information. There's a chorus of sound in the building. Footsteps, beeping, the buzzing of light fixtures. All he has to do is stop thinking and just listen. His brain can't wreck him if he isn't using it. That's the theory, anyway. In practice, it's a bit harder. Especially when a set of footsteps cut off from the rest and approach.
Whoever they belong to, it isn't Fritz or Jeremy. Night shift has given them a certain wariness to their steps that never quite disappears. The person walking toward him isn't moving cautiously. Just slowly. Wearily, he thinks. Like they're carrying the whole world on their shoulders.
Closer. Closer. Finally, the footsteps pause. A nearby chair groans in protest as someone big settles into it. After a second, an unfamiliar voice says, “Hello.”
Mike isn't sure what makes him respond. He still feels divorced from his body as his throat vibrates, his mouth opens, and something comes out.
“Hi. What brings you here?”
He snaps his mouth shut immediately, but it's too late. The damage is done. He ducks his head low, cheeks burning. Nothing to bring you back to earth like a bit of hideous embarrassment.
Soft, bitter laughter wafts toward him. “You must be Mike. Scott told me about your tendency to speak before you think.”
Mike opens his eyes. A seat a little further down the row has been occupied by a very tall man with bright red hair. Not quite firetruck red, but not rust red, either. A darker colour. Saturated, but subdued. His age is impossible to place, but he's got the look of someone who used to be very handsome, and still would be if they took better care of themselves. His face is bruised and mottled with shadows. When he shifts, vivid scars peek out from under his sleeves.
“Who are you?”
The man smiles. His teeth are straight and white, but his mouth seems... dirty, somehow. Rusted. Stained. “Reuben. I'm – I was – Scott's partner.”
“What?” The bottom drops out of Mike's stomach. “I thought he was still...”
“He is. Technically.” Reuben sighs. “Massive brain injury, massive internal trauma, massive blood loss. His heart stopped three times on the operating table. He's not breathing on his own. Everyone's been very nice about it, but I know he isn't going to wake up.” He looks down at his hands. “I should be used to losing people by now.”
It's not something you can get used to, Mike thinks, but says nothing. Grief isn't something that words can fix. He keeps his mouth shut until Reuben looks up again.
“I've brought down the mood. You worked with Scott. Tell me what it was like?”
That... might be difficult. “I – I might not be able to.”
Reuben smiles, stained and terribly sad. “It's all right. I know. Just... share what you can.”
'What he can' isn't a lot. Two days isn't enough time to get to know someone, and most of what Mike knows is off limits. It's scary and frustrating to have his throat suddenly close off every other sentence, but he pushes through and talks about Scott's plastic smile and nervous laughter. The occasional glimpse Mike caught of the man behind it. The secrets Scott was clearly keeping, how he only ever called the androids 'mascots' – that one takes a while to get out – how terribly young he sounded in the tapes. Most of what Mike says isn't exactly flattering, but Reuben drinks up every detail he manages to get out. That's enough motivation to keep going. Whether or not he was honest when he introduced himself, the man is a good listener.
To his surprise, Mike finds himself inclined to believe that Reuben is who he says he is. It's the sadness that does it – the sorrow that lurks behind every movement, the awful blankness hiding behind grimy smiles. Underneath a thin layer of distracted, desperate friendliness lies a man deep in mourning, gathering up every scrap of someone he loved.
Mike can empathize. He wishes he had more stories to share. Anything to hold off the inevitable questions.
'Where were you?'
'Why didn't you do anything?'
'Why did you get him killed?'
Finally, he runs out of details and has no choice but to stop talking. He won't lie to someone who's grieving, so he waits for the accusations to begin. They don't come.
In the end, Reuben asks only one question. “Do you hate them?”
Mike's face does a thing. He can't really describe it, since there's no mirrors around, but it must look at least half as ridiculous as it feels, because Reuben's lips twitch upward for a moment.
“The four of them,” he clarifies. “Do you hate them for what they do?”
Hesitation has a taste of sorts. Like regret in advance. The easy answer would be 'yes.' It's what would be expected. Reasonable. Justified. For the second time today, Mike leaves 'easy' where it fell and tries to put some stubborn and irrational belief into words.
“They're hurting,” he says at last. In his head, Bonnie grips the sink with rigid fingers, half his face ripped away. Oozing black blood and raw terror, porcelain flakes crumbling off in his delicate hands. “I can't hate anyone who's suffering like that.”
Up to now, Reuben's smiles have all been grimy, helpless things. For a moment, the word 'subdued' is the least fitting description possible. His eyes and his teeth are blinding. Mike throws up a hand to guard his face. It isn't enough. Deep, bloody radiance fills the room, joyous and abhorrent.
This is how the sun will look when it devours Mercury.
The moment passes. Reuben is human again. He is holding a plain beige file folder in one hand, thick with papers and odd little lumps.
“The pizzeria was Scott's favourite place growing up,” he says nonsensically. As if he's picking up a conversation they haven't started. “When the four of them went... awry... he took it personally. Made it his goal to find out what happened and how to change them back. I did what I could, but I'm blacklisted from dealing with them, so I mostly ended up as moral support. Still, we managed to gather up a bit of evidence over the years.”
Mike's throat is bone dry. It aches when he swallows, his eyes fixed on the folder. Is – is that...?
“Yes. Everything we put together.” Reuben sighs and shrinks in on himself. “You don't have to take it. Perhaps this investigation should die with him. But you're a kind boy. I thought I'd make the offer.”
Pages rustle as he holds the folder out. Gently, tentatively, Mike reaches back. The folder's unexpectedly heavy. It nearly slips out of his hands. He has to lurch forward out of his chair to steady it. He half-expects Reuben to laugh at him, but no. Whatever joy the man had found moments ago is already tightly locked away.
“Thanks.” Mike ducks his head and buries his nose in the folder. Newspaper articles, academic reports, drawings – there's so much here it makes his head spin. All of covered in notes written in rushed red pen. “This is...”
“This isn't your responsibility,” Reuben finishes, an odd tone to his voice. “But you chose to stay, which means it's your problem. It's only fair that I pass on what we collected. Maybe you'll have better luck than us. They're still just children.” A quick, shuddering breath. “So please... save them.”
Mike flinches and jerks his head up. “Save who?”
There's no answer. The room is empty. He sits up in his seat and clutches the folder to his chest as the noises of the hospital begin filtering back in. Footsteps. Mechanical buzzing. Distant conversation. He hadn't even noticed their absence.
Did he... did he dream that? No. He can't have. His hands are still tight around the folder. He should probably hide that before someone notices it. Mike gets up, tucking the folder casually under his arm, and makes his way toward the door. He'll just... wait outside for a while. Try and think of a hiding place for this. Somewhere neither his employers nor Aunt Sharon will be able to find it. As he slips out the door, those two words linger in the back of his mind.
Save them.
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I am happy for the update! Also, I like the Bonnie and Mike interaction in this chapter! The interaction between them is really good, and I can't wait for more!
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I'm happy for this comment! Glad you like those two. I had fun writing them~
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No problem! I especially love the way Bonnie is developing affection for Mike and how Mike understands how Bonnie and his friends are hurting. It only makessense after all, since Mike has felt similar himself now in the present and in the past.
On top of that, if Scott ever comes back, I would love to see him and Mike having a father/ son relationship. It may be just me, but I can see Scott seeing a bit of himself in Mike.
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Glad to hear that slow burn is coming across nicely. Mike's ability to empathize with people he probably shouldn't really is a game-changer for everyone. Only time will tell how it turns out for him, though~
Believe me, Scott has been trying very hard to dad the rest of the night guards. It's just that their prickly personalities, his secrets, and everyone's (justified) fear of the androids tend to get in the way. If he does end up reappearing, I imagine he'll continue to do his best.
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Bonnie doesn't know what to think of Mike does he?
Well, I think we both know that the three younger guards all need a father figure now, don't they?
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That remains to seen. He might be making up his mind as we speak, after all~
They do. They really, really do. Whether they'll accept one is another story.
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True, given what they have been through family wise, I am not surprised.
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Yeah, none of them have good history with family...
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What happened between Mike and his family after his sister died?
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His parents died in the same accident and he got bounced around to various relatives before ending up with Aunt Sharon. The experience was... deeply unpleasant. He views her as the lesser of many evils as a result.
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Poor baby. You did mention in a earlier chapter that he used to live with an uncle who abused him. I assuming that he will be brought up again later on?
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I really am getting into Mike and Bonnie's relationship. What is your personal favorite thing about the ship and what drew you to it to begin with?
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Hmmm... I have to say, I quite like relationships between yandere characters and people who can actually manage them. So in that sense, I probably like how Mike always manages to catch Bonnie off-guard and make him re-evaluate things. That said, the concept of a deeply unbalanced Bonnie latching onto one good thing - one good person - and daring the world to try and take it from him... that was one of this fic's major inspirations.
It may not be terribly healthy, but it's very fun to write!
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I like the concept too! I also assume that Mike reminds Bonnie a lot of himself too, which makes him feel very uncomfortable. I also can see him and Mike using eachother as a coping mechanism in a way in order to function with life better; similar to how you just said.
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To a certain extent, perhaps? They aren't terribly similar people, for all they have similar values. Probably a matter of different life experiences, and also whatever psychological differences being a magical nightmare android grants Bonnie.
Yessss, mutual coping through unhealthy but stabilizing relationships is my jam!
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When it comes to this ship, why not?
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The burst of euphoria sleep deprived, three AM me got when I saw this updated is... hard to put into words exactly, but I imagine it's how John Mulaney feels about cancelling plans. (Is that a metaphor I've used already?)
I'd like to point out two typos I've noticed, both in the same section. When Reuben appears and asks Mike to tell him about Scott, and Mike mentions the tapes, what it says is "how terrible young he sounded in the tapes." I believe it's meant to be 'terribly?' I've never heard 'terrible' used in that context, but I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out to be right and something I got wrong.
A few paragraphs later, Mike says "I can't anyone who's hurting like that." I believe the word 'hate' is supposed to be between 'can't' and 'anyone,' so.
Credit where credit is due, I was 100% convinced you had actually killed off Scott, so I totally didn't see the whole 'comatose' thing coming. Props to you.
Damn, thirty seconds into the conversation with his future love interest and he already busted out the "No one will care if I die." Back it up, Mike.
"He raises a hand to his cheek. He can still Bonnie's touch on his skin." Can you say thirsty? Kidding, kidding. No, I'm not
"Mike has never liked hospitals. They smell bad." Me, who likes the smell of hospitals and clean/sterile buildings in general: Oh ouch
"The nurse calls them softly, like she's afraid to wake someone up." Or she's afraid of the three men in security uniforms that arrived in the middle of the night, one on the verge of tears, one with murder in his eyes, and one that's completely dissociating and doesn't respond to being called. I'd be terrified.
So, Scott's partner appears! I remember you mentioned he had a love interest before, but there wasn't that much there because I also remember thinking he was going to have a wife because, you know, 1990s. I'd be thrilled to meet him if he didn't set off so many red flags. The first one, of course, being his name. It's just weird that this new character in a universe with a mostly-established cast would have the same name as another character (to be fair, though, Red- the OG Reuben- does have a lot of names.) It'd be easy enough to brush off if there wasn't so many strange bits that again, make me think of Red! I reread this entire chapter twice, and Reuben's description thrice, and I kept stumbling upon bits and pieces that, call me crazy, kind of linked him to the androids? Like, there's the bit where Mike's with Bonnie and mentions his eyes "burn like stars," and then Mike thinks "This is how the sun will look when it devours Mercury." I might be reading too much into small details like that, but it struck me as an odd coincidence, especially in the same chapter.
There's other factors, like his general description and the whole 'indeterminable age, torn up face, scars, his mouth is off," that definitely tip off that there's some dark history for him. He phrases things strangely, specifically saying 'the four of them' instead of 'the androids' or 'the mascots' or something like that. If he and Scott really did do all that research together, then it make sense for him to know there's more than them, but would Mike know that? It just seems like a strange way to ask. It's immediately followed by his eyes and smile going haywire and then the phrase "Reuben is human again," so??? He also mentions he's not allowed to interact with the androids, so... what did he do?
And then you've got the bits that are very similar to the androids, like knowing of the spirits, insisting someone 'save them,' before he suddenly disappears without a trace (like we've already seen a rabbit fuck do repeatedly). (There's also the small detail that all sound disappears when Reuben is near, which reminded me of Mike stepping into the office with Bonnie.)
So, like, I don't want to jump the gun and say Reuben is Nightmare Freddy straight out even though it very well feels like he is, but at the very least I'm saying he's an android. Or a ghost. Whatever he is, he's not human.
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I don't think you've used that metaphor before, but believe me, I felt a similar rush when I saw this comment. So much text! So many feels! 
Thanks, got them both.
Yay, I did a twist! Seriously though, I hope this doesn't seem like too much of a cop-out. Scott's still out of commission for the foreseeable future, if not permanently. And believe me, it's going to wreck the remaining night guards.
To be fair, that whole 'ride-or-die' momentum Mike has once he gets going is one of the reasons Bonnie likes him~
And yeah, definitely some thirst going on.
People are allowed to have different opinions! I don't mind the smell of hospitals myself, but Mike has bad associations with it.
It's possible she was scared. Then again, she works at the hospital they bring night guards to. You'd think she'd be used to seeing scary and distressed men in uniform.
Yep, Scott's partner has taken the stage! Briefly, but still. The timeline of this story is ambiguous, but it's almost certainly not taking place in the 90's - 90's cell phones were hilarious and did not let you play Candy Crush. This whole bit is my favourite part of your comment, but I literally cannot respond to it. Basically anything I say will be massive spoilers. Thank you so much for sharing your reasoning and your theories. I'll leave you with a question: why do you think Reuben passed the evidence over to Mike?
Looking forward to hearing your answer~
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So much text! Most of it was unintelligible garble me trying to connect Point A to Point B, but glad to see it made you happy!
It's not a cop out at all! Comas are a thing that happens, right? Mike has known Scott for all of two days and is going to be severely emotionally damaged by the fact he's alive without being Alive? Seems legit. (Of course, I imagine Jeremy and Frit might be a little bit hurt too. Just a little.) If you want to do a cop out or a cliché, amnesia. he lives but only physically. (Not necessarily saying that that'd be Terrible Writing. I'd get quite a kick from seeing Scott without Freddy Trauma- or with unexplained Trauma- because he doesn't remember anything.) But if he's out of commission for the rest of the story because Coma, that's fair.
I wouldn't say Bonnie 'likes him' just yet. I, personally, think it's more of just an awe at how self-destructive and poorly thought out most of his spontaneous actions are, and yet he's still alive. Is... is it mutual? Is Mike aware he's thirsting? Are either of them???
Oh, I definitely got that and definitely get why, it was just a line that was funny to me because of personal association with hospitals.
I never thought about how many of the nightwatch actually went to the hospital instead of the morgue. How many unfinished jobs are the androids leaving behind, exactly?
I totally forgot that this was Story Nineties/Present? Freddy's is just such a 90s thing to me, I can't imagine it in any other time period (super advanced androids and all).
No comment from the author on a theory is either a very good thin or a very bad thing and I'm refusing to believe I'm wrong until I'm proven wrong.
Normally, my answer would be that "oh, he gave it to Mike because he's banned from Freddy's (for reasons) and Scott's more or less dead," but this leads me to believe there's more to it than that. Excuse me while I go back over my notes to see why in the world he'd pass the torch onto Mike, besides what was previously mentioned and Mike's apparent 'ride-or-die.' At least when he sets his mind to something, he finishes it, right? Slytherin Mike?
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Thank you! I am most definitely happy~
True enough. Comas are a reality, and the odds of someone waking up from one decrease pretty drastically the longer they're asleep. Patients who are comatose for longer than six months are rarely able to live independently, even if they do recover. Brian damage!
Here's where I can confidently say you're wrong, because Bonnie absolutely likes Mike! It's not a romantic 'like' just yet, but it's complicating Bonnie's thought processes quite a bit. Mostly because all of Mike's self-destructive and spontaneous actions have been driven by kindness. Bonnie hasn't experienced a lot of kindness from people over the age of fifteen. It's messing with him. You need to understand this because in Night 5, it's Bonnie's turn to do something stupid.
Mike is vaguely aware he's thirsting and fighting to repress that shit. Bonnie doesn't have enough experience to realize that 'thirst' is what he is feeling. They will learn.
Ah, gotcha! As for the night guard's survival rate... not good. But every once in a while, they get someone who might live. Usually it's a trespasser or an unfortunate member of the day shift who came in too early. Scott's the first night guard in a while - if not the first night guard ever - to actually live through being caught.
Fair point! But I can't write the 90's for the life of me, so I had to update the setting. Imagine this is an alternate universe 90's where technology and social attitudes are about 20-30 years ahead of our 90's, then.
That's a good attitude to have! I can definitely promise that, if someone guesses my evil plans, I won't pull an Avengers Endgame and BS some alternate twist to make sure it's a surprise. I know where Reuben's arc is heading and I refuse to change it. This train will not be derailed. That is the coward's way out.
Mike is absolutely a stealth Slytherin. He passes really well for tired Hufflepuff or laid-back Gryffindor, but he's utterly dedicated to his goals and a pretty good schemer in his own right. He has a ruthless streak, too, though I don't expect that to come out for a while. Jeremy is the soft but stubborn Hufflepuff, Fritz is the suicidally-brave but protective Gryffindor, and Scott is surprisingly the info-collecting Ravenclaw of the group.
Of the Fazbear Four, Bonnie is a calm but desperate Slytherin, Chica is a warm and steady Hufflepuff, Foxy is a Gryffindor even less stable than Fritz, and Freddy is the intellectual Ravenclaw. Or rather, he was, before something made him shut his brain off in self-preservation.
The Marionette would be a broken Hufflepuff, N is a very confused Gryffindor, the Mangle is a curious and sneaky Ravenclaw, and Golden Freddy...
No spoilers on that guy. We'll have to wait and see~
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Hey, hey! Someone did their research on comas! While I was aware that the chance of them waking up went down as they slept on, but I wasn't aware that it could cause brain damage or that anyone recovering from one would need assistance past... well, recovering. You must take great care of your Brian, lest he get hit by a care and a broken leg.
Really? Guy gives you a towel when half your face is missing and you looking like the world's most nightmarish deer in a bumpercar's headlights, and your urge to kill him goes significantly down. Okay, fair point. Also people around and over 15 are assholes until like, 19. Sometimes past that.
See, I had something to say about that, but then Bonnie doing something dumb truly sunk in and I was gripped by the cold realization that they're both stupid with bad sense of self-preservation. This is only going to go so well.
I mean, at least he's aware; that's a step up from Bonnie. He probably thinks it's some weird coping mechanism to the fact he's had this job like, four days and has almost been choked to death (twice, if you count the bit in this chapter where Bonnie's staring at his throat and damn well contemplating it) has seen a coworker get carted away in the back of an ambulance, has already quit his safe day job, and his shit life in general. Could be worse, y'know? He could've pulled a Ryan and developed a choking kink.
See, I realize this is probably going to be drawn out and cinematic, but all my Shit Brain would conjure was either A.) Bonnie confiding in Chica, and her immediately being like "You're in love you simple bitch" or B.) Bonnie keeping it to himself until one day it all comes together for him and he's just out loud, in the middle of the day, "FUCK."
"The head nightguard, who has been in a coma for //// and presumed dead, just sent us this."
Picture attached: I lived bitch
If anyone asked, this takes place in the universe where the Library of Alexandria never burned down and humanity just jumped forward a couple of decades development wise.
Is the twist going to be that this is happening in the same universe as Broken Record and when night five hits the entire world will reset? Is that the reason Reuben gave Mike the file, or am I going insane at 3:03 AM? The Russo brothers did Thor, Loki, Tony, Steve, Clint, and Bucky dirty. I'm also a bit peeved they killed off the OG female avenger, but she got a fair bit of character development and she's getting a movie, so I'm... okay. No, I'm not. Steve deserved better and the Russos completely retconned Peggy Carter's entire history without Steve and Steve's entire established development to fit into the twenty first century for fucking shock value.
I recently saw a text post over what the books would be like if Ron Weasley had been sorted into Slytherin, and this comment made me think of that. I also remember, after originally reading the books, desperately wanting to be a Gryffindor and then the shock when I was sorted into Slytherin (looking back on it. I can exactly see how I'm a Slytherin.) Mike also seems to have at least a little bit of a 'fuk u, i do wat i want' attitude. When he's not getting dragged everywhere like someone's youngest child, that is.
(Hey is Mike gonna kill someone or something)
Bonnie, pointing to Mike in the Slytherin commonroom: What's with this suicidal lost child?
Jeremy always struck me as a Neville Longbottom type Gryffindor. Sure, he's a scaredy cat, and has an anxiety problem in the least, but he is working at Freddy's. He has a brave streak in there somewhere, I'm sure.
Scott is Luna Lovegood but with a stuttering issue and you can't change my mind.
I wouldn't have pegged Chica as a Hufflepuff, but I suppose it makes sense when you consider the food aspect. Also! There's the fact that Hufflepuff dorms are next to Slytherin's and both in the dungeons, so. Sorry, kill the Bonnie/Chica bromance if you can.
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor Commonroom
Fritz: Arson?
Foxy: ARSON!
Scott and Freddy, from different parts of the castle simultaneously: NO!!!
All I can see is Jeremy, sweating as he feels Marion and Chica staring at him in the commonroom. He did something. He's not sure what, but something. (Or he's paranoid.)
I'm excited to see your characterization of Golden Freddy. My personal version of him is just tired and alcoholic. He;s in the background of every scene and anytime one of the others does something he just tips back a bottle of whatever and doesn't interact with any of them. You know that one picture of the existentially tired, smoking man on the dark balcony with a bottle of beer next to him as he looks into the distance? Yeah, that's my characterization of him.
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What can I say? Classic plot devices intrigue me, especially when you can crank the drama all the way up to max~ and yeah, since comas are caused by brain damage, they tend to leave survivors a bit messed up.
Bonnie isn't as icy cold as he likes to pretend he is! In fact, you could make a convincing argument that he's the most likely of the classic four to get attached. All one has to do is be nice to him... and repeatedly survive or discourage his attempts to kill them. Once he's decided he likes someone, he won't go back on it, even if that brings him into conflict with the others. And yes, 15 year olds tend to be jerks.
It's a match made in hell.
Mike absolutely thinks it's a weird, confused response to all of that and being repeatedly threatened by an inhumanly beautiful killer robot. It could absolutely be worse! Both of those theories are hilarious, but I refuse to tell you which - if either - is more accurate.
That's one way this plot arc could end!
Sounds legit.
No spoilers.
Oh, I'm incredibly mad about Endgame undercutting the main theme of Tony Stark as a character - namely, that he doesn't have to sacrifice himself to atone or achieve his goals - but it also finished off MCU Steve for me. I mean, I was never a huge fan of him in the movies, but having him choose to abandon the fight is just the nail in the coffin. That man is a complex and interesting character, but he isn't Captain America. He can't be. Captain America is the symbol of an ideal USA that never existed, but could someday, and MCU Steve is... not that. And yeah, they wrecked Peggy Carter too. She deserved better, even if MCU Steve didn't. Moral of the story: don't base your story's entire ending on shock value.
I think I saw that post once! Funny - I pegged myself as Ravenclaw immediately and was entirely correct. I guess that's what happens when you combine Hermione's love of books and Luna's floaty common sense. Mike definitely has some of that, though it's hard to tell when Fritz is in the room.
(Or something...)
It's funny because Bonnie has zero right to call people out like that. His sense of self-preservation is almost as bad as Mike's. Jeremy's definitely got a streak of bravery, but he's not the type to go seeking it out unless he's already under a lot of pressure, I think. Left alone, he'd be happy to stay away from danger. It's a pity he's under so much pressure from his family that seeking out death every night is a stress release. Scott is absolutely Luna Lovegood with a stuttering issue.
Food and stability. After all, Chica is the sanest of the classic four - and given she talks to cupcakes and fans, that says something. Why would I want to kill the Bonnie/Chica bromance? I've been broshipping them since part 3!
That is a completely accurate summary of those four.
He's absolutely paranoid, but also, WHAT DID HE DO.
Sounds interesting! My GF is a bit different. I wish I could explain further, buuuuut... you know the drill. No spoilers!
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Well, he may not be the most cold or unfeeling, but then I'd pin him as the best actor of them. Or maybe his face can't show emotion properly because something never properly reconnecting after they ripped it off.
You see all those posts about how people 'fall in love' after a person is nice to them twice or how one (1) act of affection makes their entire brain shut down and now I'm going to think of Bonnie every time they pop up. Oh, and he's stubborn too? He really is a Slytherin.
Mike, getting choked by the Flawless Beautiful MurderBot: Hope this doesn't awaken anything in me
0w0
Agent Carter:Peggy Carter has a husband and two children
Russos: Sounds fake but okay
Most people can't really get behind MCU Cap, but since I haven't really paid attention to any Marvel movie except IW, Endgame, Thor Ragnarok and Captain Marvel, I can't really say I've gotten much of a grip on what his real character was (since it never seemed to stay consistent) and whether or not I cared for him. I get what you mean about MCU not being Steve Rogers; The man sacrificed himself, his life, and his chance at happiness for the chance to fight for his country, right? And then to have MCU Steve make it halfway there and then go back on it all... again, it was completely for shock.
(Or...something???)
Truly, they are perfect for each other. Let's hope the self-destruction isn't genetic. See, when you phrase it like that, Jeremy seems to be a step or two away from slitting his wrists and throwing himself in a river. I'm trusting you that that's not what Jeremy is going to do. Perhaps Scott should look into speech therapy; or maybe there's a spell for that? If there was, it'd be a Ravenclaw to find it.
In her defense, everyone talks to inanimate objects. Not quite as religiously as her or believe they're alive, of course, but. It happens.
He might've just existed. Maybe first years are like freshmen? Except instead of vaping in bathrooms and thinking they're hot shit they just,,, exist. And are inexperienced with magic. Maybe he accident set something on fire?
As much as I'd love to hear about him, but I'm fine to wait until he does actually show up; whenever that may be. Yes, yes, I know the drill. Unfortunately.
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He is definitely the best actor. But also, he's just got something of a sugar and ice personality - he's either very cold or very sweet, basically (note: the level of violence he displays is unrelated and does not change). I mean, you're not entirely wrong? Though Bonnie does have hard limits. But they mostly involve child endangerment, so as long as you steer clear of that, you should be safe... from him, anyway. He does have some rather overprotective family...
Fingers crossed!
Ah, retcons. I was never really behind MCU Cap because I actually know about about comics Cap and how he's been used since the 60's as a critique to the establishment, to the point that Steve quite being Captain America after losing faith in the country after Watergate. He spent a while as Nomad, The Man Without A Country, before he eventually realized he could stand for the America he believed in rather than the America which exists. Despite all the jokes people throw around, he really does stand for the ideal USA, and he does because he believes in that ideal. He's always been portrayed as a man out of time, not just because he was frozen in the ice, but because he's still ahead of the times as the moral centre of the Avengers. Civil War was a big thing in the comics because everyone was used to Cap being morally right, so no one would buy that the writers intended for him to be wrong. In the MCU, they made him a lot more complicated and morally grey, but they did not pull off that sense of 'a truly good man who believes in what's right'. And honestly, I would rather have Steve be uninteresting but good than complex and not be Captain America. Endgame really did just destroy the last shreds of his character by having him do what no Steve Rogers would ever do: stop fighting. Also they forget his 60 year long bromance with Tony Stark and I will never forgive them for that.
(Or something!)
Fingers crossed! If it is, they'll hopefully have a solid support network by then. I mean... in this verse, pretty much all the night guards are effectively making a suicide attempt every time they show up for work, soooo... at least they seem to be doing okayish outside of work hours? One thing you might notice looking back over the chapters - Scott stops stuttering when he's really angry or when he's making a serious point. It might be something he puts on deliberately.
Fair enough!
Ooo, good point. Though I think Mike is more likely to accidentally set something on fire, and Fritz is more likely to do it deliberately.
I mean, we're getting seriously under way now, so it shouldn't too long before he appears again!
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If his personality is sugar and ice, is his violent streak salt? It doesn't go well with sugar individually, and is downright dangerous with ice?
Chica:I will carve your heart out and feed it to your coworkers if you even think of hurting him.
Mike: I gave him? A towel???
Might need a few more fingers to cross
Ah, I remember that! Cap made his name for himself way back by punching Nazis. Sloppy writing to try and retire him as Nazis increase in popularity again (sloppy writing in general, actually). I've seen some theories floating around that Steve secretly used a pre-established tech to make himself look older so Sam would take the shield and just went back to have a single dance with Peggy, but I don't think that's what was planned- especially when you see all the 'Steve fathered Peggy's kids' and other claims from the directors.
(Ominous. Is the something in self defense of some sort, or is Mike going to go further off the edge?)
Bonnie: Why are you still here?
Mike: No one will care if I die.
Fritz: I want to die.
Jeremy: I'm an adrenaline junkie with a poor outside life but I don't want to admit it.
Wonder why he'd possibly do that. Maybe to lower people's guards or to give off a fake persona so when something happens or he goes poking where he shouldn't- for possible research purposes?- no one suspects him of anything? How... strange...
Perhaps I was too on the nose with Fritz and arson...
Yay!
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Maybe. I'll be honest, this is taking the metaphor further than it was ever intended to go.
Mike would actually probably get the implications if Chica said something like that. He knows what it's like to be alone and hurting, craving kindness but lashing out when it's offered to you. The difference is that Mike is actually in a better place than Bonnie right now. Yes, really. The androids aren't in good headspaces, any of them.
Yep! That was some awful timing, right there. And awful writing. Bring back the Nazi punchers of yore... and Peggy's independent story arc. Rescue that, too.
(No spoilers.)
All of these are terribly accurate.
Gasp! That sounds like something an infiltrator would do!
Yep. Fritz likes things that are bright, destructive, and have a good chance of taking him down with them. Which is why early drafts of this story had Freddy/Foxy/Fritz as endgame. I'm still toying with putting it into the final draft. We'll see how things go.
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That's what I do; read too much into everything always and make things Strange!
But I think it's a fitting metaphor.
RIP Android mental health. Hopefully Mike is the world's strangest Necromancer, amirite? There's an entire metaphor in my head about Deadites and running the risk of becoming a Deadite by playing with the knowledge of the Necronomicon but I'm not sure how to properly word it so I'm just going to leave it here.
Yeah, that might work.
It's. What. She. Deserves. (You can't tell, because I'm writing on a computer, but there should be clap emojis in place of the periods.) If you can't find a Nazi Puncher, become one.
Oh, yay, I have a basic understanding of the characterization of the main three people we've followed for the last 29 (give or take a few parts) chapters! I was terrified I'd be wrong.
Wow, really? 
Bright? Check. Destructive? Double Check. While I can't confirm the whole 'taking him down with them' part, and I'm positive you won't because no spoilers, two out of three isn't bad. It's an interesting concept, for sure! I'd like to see how you would play with it. And the thought that Fritz would not, in fact, be an outsider to the "I might want to bang an android" club is great. Soup for the soul.
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Fair enough, I do the same with story ideas. At least it fits!
Mike would be a pretty bad necromancer, actually. Indigo would do a better job. But who would trust that guy with their eternal robot soul? 
Very true, on both counts.
Your worries were unfounded! You memed the boys excellently.
Yeah, that's just silly. No way he'd do something like that. He loves this place!
Oh yeah. It'd be glorious, one way or another. And it's not like Fritz is the only one who needs club membership! Riiiiight, Jeremy?
Jeremy: What are you implying? I have never - I would never - androids are, like, the opposite of attractive! What's appealing about a mess of wires and tubing crawling out of the ceiling vents, hair just a little disheveled, jaws wide in a silent laugh, claws scraping gently against steel as it reaches toward you? That - that's not a fantasy people have!
Mike: It's okay. We understand.
Fritz: Silent laughter? Pfft. At least have the claws dig into your flesh, you coward.
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There's nothing wrong with thinking out story concepts! The more thought you put into it, the more refined it'll be, and the more places you can find for symbolism and foreshadowing! Bleak, bleak foreshadowing.
See, bringing Indigo into necromancy will undoubtedly bring the Necronomicon and Deadite Zombies from Hell into it.
You know who would trust their eternal robot soul with him.
My one talent: m e m e s
Glorious in the same way a trainwreck or a dumpster fire, I'm assuming.
Damn, Jeremy a freak.
I know I already made this joke but I'm repurposing it because comedy is nothing but adaptation to the current level of nihilism Mangle, hanging upside down from the light fixtures, an inch from Jeremy's face and with murder in the eye, second head snapping somewhere around them
Jeremy: Gee, hope this doesn't awaken anything in me.
Somewhere in the timeloop, Ryan is crying.
Fritz, no kinkshaming. What Jeremy wants 'into his flesh' is his business.
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True! Foreshadowing is fuuuun~
You're right. Bad plan all around.
Nobody ever said Springtrap made good life choices.
In today's internet-dominated landscape, one who memes well can rule the populace... for a little while, anyway. Memes tend to have a short lifespan. Except Bohemian Rhapsody, that one never goes out of style.
Oooooh yeah. Slow-motion car crash, this ship.
By that standard, they're all freaks. At least Jeremy's not actively fantasizing about being mauled to death, Fritz.
Ryan isn't crying. He ran out of tears a long time ago. He can fake-sob in sympathy, maybe?
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I have more fun with symbolism, personally, but I don't think I'm the best with foreshadowing, so.
Jokes on you, I love dead memes and still use them. 'Right in front of my salad' 'I sure hope it does' 'alexa play despacito' within the span of an hour.
Also, I've never heard bohemian rhapsody, so I'm kind of the worst memer in existence. I guess I can only mess around with dead memes.
One car is crushed, one car explodes, one car flips. It's bad but epic.
Strange fantasies to be having at one AM, dude. Does he have a preference for who does the mauling, or is it just the thought of a painful, drawn out death? If Scott had actually bit the bullet from his injuries, Fritz might've been jealous.
I'm sure any sympathy is appreciated.
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I can't do symbolism intentionally if my life depends on it, but foreshadowing? I can handle foreshadowing.
Good memes never really die~
What, really? Go look it up. It's glorious nonsense. Catchy, catchy nonsense.
Exactly.
Not that strange, tbh. Sleep deprivation does things to your head. And it depends on when you ask him and how honest he's being. I mean, Fritz is always low-key jealous of people who die, but at the same time, he doesn't want?? people to die??? Stupid confusing trauma feels.
Probably, lol.
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I actually take great joy in the look of shocked horror when people hear me say "I've never heard Bohemian Rhapsody." It's hilarious.
Well, whether or not it finds its way into the final draft, it's still an interest concept and I'd like to see what you could do with it!
You know, you'd think Mr. I've-been-here-for-a-decent-amount-of-time-and-realize-how-this-schedule-works would sleep during the day, but given that he wants to die so much, I'm not surprised.
Fritz: I want to die.
Someone else: *dies*
Fritz: What no you can't do that that's not allowed
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But is it really worth not having that song in your head for the rest of your life?
Thanks! We'll see how things go~
You'd be surprised at how much can be justified with suicidal tendencies.
Oh my god, perfect! That's him exactly.
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Yeah.
I really don't want to know.
Yay, my memes are till accurate!
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Wrong answer.
Lies~
YEP. You are this fic's official memer! Bear the title with pride~
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Sorry, can't hear it over the current video I'm listening to of a Youtuber I've never heard of talking about a book I've never heard of by a terrible Youtuber I'd heard of, like, twice.
I really don't but I get the feeling I'm gonna learn because Fritz, the dumbass, is still alive and an active character.
I know your making a joke here but this is the proudest moment of my life. No take backsies. The title is mine, thanks.
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Stop listening to stuff about Onision, it only encourages him. Seriously though, you're allowed to make your own choices, but if you spend your whole life without listening to Bohemian Rhapsody, you'll be missing out.
He cannot be stopped. Not yet anyway.
I wasn't joking. Meme on, you crazy diamond.
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How did you get that? So quickly??? How did you know it was him???? I assumed there'd be more terrible Youtubers writing books that others talk about.
My dying words will be "Never listen to Bohemian Rhapsody lmaooooo" and then getting punched by Freddy Mercury's ghost in the afterlife.
Nice to know Fritz will be burning himself out until later in the plot, when he either chills the fuck out or dies.
The two greatest compliments I've ever received
-you meme good
-you can enter the monster tiger mouth cave to retrieve the lamp : ) just don't touch non of that diddly darn treasure : )) or It might have to diddly darn snap ur neck : )))
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Nope. Pretty sure it's just that one guy. Seriously though, he doesn't deserve your attention. Let him fade into obscurity.
Pretty sure Freddy Mercury's ghost will not care one way or another. But there will always be an empty hole in your heart that you had the chance to fill and failed to.
Shhh, no spoilers.
Who gave you the second compliment?
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Huh. Small world. I was more watching it because they kept popping up in my YouTube Recommended (you okay, YouTube algorithm?) and I kind of wanted to see people poke fun at an edgy self insert book; I wasn't aware he was as bad as he apparently is and am terrified to look into anything about him besides his books. So, you know, I won't.
I don't actually remember? All I remember was the compliment (which I paraphrased a bit for humor's sake) but they're not in my life anymore.
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Same thing happened to me, but yyyyeah. Bad person. No attention for him.
Ah well. Still a cool thing to say.
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Bad onion children don't get to take up mental capacity in other people
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Nope. Forget him.
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Well, done and done.
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I should be asleep but I'm not so have a discombobulated comment.
I'm still holding out on hope that Scott is gonna live. It's probably not a thing I should be doing, but I am. I can't give up on the phone man.
Reuben. I don't trust him. He seems like a nice guy and I don't trust it.
The trio is a unit. A horribly traumatized unit, but a unit nonetheless. I expect terrifyingly good things from those three.
Fritz is great. Jeremy is great. Somebody get those two a warm blanket and some hugs because they need it. I'm tryna collect my thoughts, but I appreciate how they acted in this chapter. There's a satisfaction in reading it. Maybe I'll elaborate when I have more sense. Idk.
Bonnie...you're acting like a creep with the way you keep disappearing like that. One day, eyebrowless rabbit man. One day.
Mike's carrying on Scott's and Reuben's legacy then, I guess? He's going to try and fix the androids, right? Please don't have my blueberry boi break too many bones and/or bleed a lot.
I have the strangest feeling that Mike's going to develop a kink for Bonnie's eyes. Why? Idk I just feel it.
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Thank you!
You're far from alone. I don't think anyone in this fandom wants to give up on the phone man... least of all me.
I like Reuben. If he came off as nice but untrustworthy, I have done my job well.
They sure are! As for what will come of them working together... we'll have to wait and see. Fritz and Jeremy absolutely need some warm snuggles, but they're unlikely to get any for a while. I'm not great at hurt/comfort. I would be happy to hear that elaboration, though!
Bonnie is a creep! But be fair - if you could disappear like that, wouldn't you use it to avoid awkward social situations?
Mike's certainly going to try! What, exactly, he's trying at remains to be seen. And no promises about his continued health.
You say that like he hasn't already.
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