Hi! Same anon that asked about the FNaF 1 gang, withereds, shadows, etc., just wanna ask: Do you have any headcanons about the withereds, shadows, what the phantoms are, or anything? (P. S. Thanks for wishing me a happy day! Hope you have a "happiest day"!
Oh goodness I do happen to have…a few (uninteresting) headcanons actually…So I guess I’ll tackle these in the order you asked! These are all just for this blog’s AU, of course, so no worries if they collide with some of the canon or with other people’s universes
Since W.Bonnie and W.Chica both have missing hands, W.Foxy and W.Freddy are always nearby to help them if they need it
W.Chica is really proud though and does her very best to do things herself
W.Bonnie is very sad about the loss of his face, and thinks about it constantly, often trying to find “replacements” for his face! Some of you guys might remember from one of my old posts that sometimes he wears a paper plate with a :3 face drawn on it
W.Freddy is a very Tired Man, choosing to mostly watch the Toys perform on stage as opposed to singing himself. I think of it like he’s peacefully retired
W.Foxy is the saltiest guy most anyone will ever meet, he wants to go places and have his Pirate Cove back but the world just keeps denying him
Theseguys are both mute, so they communicate non-verbally. Sometimes that means flashing shadowy words up in the air, other times it means sign language
Shadow Freddy (Shreddy lmao) looks like he’s constantly crying, but has never told anyone why…
Both of their bodies can be easily manipulated into different shapes, although Shadow Bonnie is a lot better at shapeshifting than Shreddy is!
Shadow Bonnie is………ridiculously tall, and Shreddy is a smol
Shadow Bonnie can teleport! But the process is rather painful so they don’t do it often
Both of them are very old, and have been around for decades as of the time of Fazbear Fright
In addition to not being able to speak verbally, neither of them make any noise at all when moving. They have accidentally snuck up on many of their friends because of it
Both are very elusive and will only appear to those that they deem trustworthy, or intriguing in some way
They’re all essentially ghosts of the former Fazbear crew. Not every animatronic became a phantom after being destroyed, only a select few!
When they first woke up as phantoms, all they remembered was the pain of dying, so the reverted to a more primal state of personality. As of yet, only some of the phantoms have managed to remember their past selves to become who they used to be.
This is why Phantom Balloon Boy (PBB) screams so much! He’s trying to remember his past, but more often than not he resorts to the screaming
Being ghosts, they cannot touch anything corporeal without it meeting special standards
With enough practice, the phantoms can learn to summon ghostly objects from their past, one of the best examples being Phantom Chica’s ghost cupcake (which she’s very proud of btw)
It is said that once the Phantoms are able to complete whatever unfinished business they had on Earth, they will cease to exist here, having moved on. Most of them haven’t found out yet why they became ghosts, since they can’t even remember clearly when they were alive. Who knows if they’ll ever reach their goals?
Anyways that’s all I have for now! I know I’m leaving a bunch out, definitely, but hey, I’ve never been too great at communicating my thoughts! Thanks for asking about these guys!! Goodness knows I think about this AU every waking moment of my life And thank you! I’ll try and have the happiest day I can!
πλήγμα : shock the sight washes over you like the waves of the sea, but you remember thetis held her breath. antilochus seizes your wrists for your hands absently went searching for something more terrible and destructive than the savage that murdered your heart. agonizing screams rip open your throat, loud and violent as harrowing as the gods; his name is the only prayer in your mouth. odysseus pleads to remain human, but you are withering, tattered, wretched, tasting the sweetness that still lingers on his throat, on his chest, on his lips like you can drink in the mortality that no longer exists there. you are crimson and hideous with his blood. soon, you think, the trojans will realize what sort of monster they have unleashed. they will realize how wicked the divine can be.
άρνηση : denial you lay with his gore to keep him company. you wrap him in a blanket because he is still too cold and he could catch his death. (the pungent smell of him is lingering and repulsive. you want to place a mask over it; this is your favorite blanket, isn’t it?) combing your rust stained fingers through his disheveled hair, you are delicate as if he were only asleep. you whisper once, patroclus, and wait. a breathless silence sweeps over both of you, suddenly prolonged as the altar does not return your prayer, and the furtive agony comes back.
τύψη : guilt the beach was supposed to be his salvation. his spear was never to be raised, the boy who falsely wore aristos achaion’s clothes! but it did and with his valiant cry, the sharpness scraped the heavens and delved into sarpedon’s chest. he did these things with no thought too out-of-bounds. he is no soldier. he is weak and too domestic to be an uncaged lion. wear the lions’ skin, i do not care. you chose this for yourself, dearest, and my song is defined by you.
παζάρεμα : bargaining how could you leave me, you ask, was i not good enough? were my tender kisses on your lips not sweet enough? i will be sweeter, my dear, i will. my mother does not love you like i love you, and she tells me you will ruin me, but my love, i am the ruins that captivate the gods while you are gone. i am made of ichor and mortality, am i not already monstrous?
(there are no bargains between lions and men.)
θυμός : anger sing of this, o chorus, you want your song and i will give it to you. you will let yourself be swift, the world turns with your quick feet alone, your mouth bloodthirsty and your hands powerful, your keen eyes watching the rat scamper across the river. paint the river red! paint the earth red, the graveyard dirt has never looked so colorful in men’s blood. the earth tries to fight back, please don’t do this, it begs. so you paint the earth gold, the color of your glory as you reign victorious over them. let his skin scrape the dried stones, eat up the bugs and the terrain. how beautiful does troy look to you now?
κατάθλιψη : depression you finally bury them. all of them: the lost, the dwelling, the ghosts. you think: the sky is blue and green and gold, this is for you. you think: they will remember you, my dear, i swear it. you think: this is my funeral too. the men clap you on the back while their tongues stink of wine. they say that they are finding you again, we’re glad you’re back. i was never back, you say, i am only passing through.
αποδοχή : acceptance you smile as your face strikes the earth.
——— and we are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.
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