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Arachnophobia Headcanons

-An Alpha trying to get their Omega to go to bed with them and being very thrown off when the Omega stubbornly refuses to go. Thinking maybe they’ve done something to upset their mate, the Alpha asks why they refuse, the Omega than mumbles something about how they saw a spider earlier and they are now afraid to go in the bedroom. The Alpha is torn between laughter and fondness as they observe the Omega’s anxious expression…they sleep on the couch together that night, just to make the Omega feel better

-An Alpha returning home from work and realizing that the house reeks of fear and distress so they rush off just to find their Omega crouched on the kitchen counter clutching a frying pan and staring intently at the floor. The Alpha is immediately like, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” and the startled Omega instantly becomes very red faced as they slowly lower the frying pan and sheepishly explain, “I was making lunch and I thought I saw a spider so…” a pause and then, “Lunch…? Its after eight at night.” another pause, “…I really don’t like spiders…” after thoroughly searching the kitchen the Alpha confirms that there are no spiders anywhere and the Omega just feels like an idiot

-An Alpha freaking out over a tiny spider and begging their Omega to kill it for them and the Omega is just, “Why are you scared? Its way smaller than you are.” and the Alpha is like, “Yes most things are. Now, less talk more squish please.” and the Omega just gives a fond eye roll before quickly squishing the unwanted house guest

-A pregnant Omega making their Alpha knock down a spider web for them because they are terrified of spiders…but after it’s down they promptly dissolve into tears because they just destroyed some innocent creatures home and how can they possibly raise a child when they are such cold and cruel people…and the Alpha is left standing next to the fallen web like, “…what just happened here?”

-An Alpha low-key panicking because they saw a spider go behind the couch so they turn to their mate like, “You’re small, crawl back there and kill it pleeeaase!” and the Omega is just, “You think it’s gonna hurt you but you don’t mind sending me near it?” a slight pause, “….yes?” the Omega just stares at the Alpha for a minute before reaching down to remove their shoe, “Alright sure, stay here.”

-An Omega meeting with a potential Alpha and being asked if they thought there was anything the Alpha should know about their expectations right off the bat and the Omega’s expression instantly becomes very serious so the Alpha assumes they are about to hear something really important…only to be thrown off when the words, “You kill the spiders.” are the only thing the Omega says before immediately switching back to their relaxed cheerful state once again and the Alpha is like, “Okayyy then…”

-An Omega spotting a spider in their nest so they have their Alpha take it all apart so it can be put back together somewhere else in the house. The Omega being low-key distressed about having to move it from the very specific and comfortable spot they had originally chosen, but they don’t want to risk more spiders invading their source of comfort…and possibly crawling on them while they sleep…

-An Alpha hiding plastic spiders around the house as a joke, not realizing how badly it would scare their mate, and instantly regretting it when the Omega panics and then gives them the silent treatment for two weeks after realizing the spiders were fake

-An Omega being afraid of a little baby spider and their Alpha laughing their head off about it until the Omega is just pouting like, “You’re the Alpha, stop laughing and act all concerned and protective dammit! Stick to the fucking stereotypes for once!”

-An Alpha choosing to watch Spiderman on one of their first movie dates with an Omega, not knowing the Omega is beyond terrified of spiders and being very confused when the Omega ends up practically in their lap, clutching the Alpha’s shirt in their hands and ducking their head against the Alpha’s chest when they get scared. The Alpha embracing the situation and just thinking, “Oh I guess I don’t need to try the horror movie thing after all, Spiderman is just as effective apparently.”

so it’s hotter than satan’s butthole and i’m sitting on the rooftop with cheap sangria and my regrets, blasting veggie tales songs because at some point my life went very wrong, and all of a sudden i’m thinking; hey, remember the tons of badlit you downloaded and never actually got around to reading because being a teacher is actually a terrible job that drains the life out of you? 

well, here we go

Businessman Paul is on a beachside vacation to unwind and enjoy the sun, the sand and the surf - sometimes from below the waves. While scuba diving, he encounters a trio of cuttlefish that turn out to be much more than they seem: they’re shapeshifters, and they want Paul for their own! Warning: 18+ only! Contains partial shifting, hot gay sex, and a cuttlefish shifter gangbang!

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theamericanginger  asked:

What if Daichi lost his flask and his emergency one had some crazy line like "Hot Mess" or "You Say Drama Queen Like It's A Bad Thing" printed on it as a gag gift from the boys?

I’m finally home from my trip so I decided to write this out as practice before I get back into writing new chapters of Summer Rain and Open Tab. Let’s see how it goes down… (spoiler alert: it’s shitty)


Daichi rummaged through his cupboards for what had to be the thirteenth time that night. Just where the fuck WERE they?

If he was completely serious, Daichi had to admit that he was probably one whiskey at breakfast away from being diagnosed by medical professionals as an honest to god alcoholic. 

He knew that. He accepted that.

What was wrong with being a liquor and beer connoisseur? It’s not like he got black out drunk every night. It’s not like he lived in an extended state of intoxication. He just liked to drink. Every day. He just liked to have alcohol accessible to him at all seconds of every minute of every hour-


Daichi was practically an alcoholic.

And so why the fuck couldn’t he find a single one of his dozens of flasks half an hour before he was supposed to meet Sugawara at the art gallery he had agreed to go to while drunk on peppermint schnapps earlier that week?

Daichi didn’t even know the artist or any of his work. Supposedly he was- in Sugawara’s words- a slimy fuck face that thought he was better than Sugawara but jokes on him because he’s trash and Sugawara could kick his ass both physically, mentally, and artistically and hoo boi if he even THOUGHT about talking shit to Sugawara, he was going to go full ape shit on his ass and put his stupid fucking face through his ugly paintings.

Sugawara’s rant alone was enough to convince Daichi that he would need the reinforcement of at least one flask in the jacket of his tuxedo.

And yet, in his hour of need, the traitors were nowhere to be found.

I could just buy a new one on the way there, he thought as he slammed a drawer shut in frustration.

I’ll buy a flask and a bottle of absinthe and fill it up in the taxi.

But he was already behind schedule. And Sugawara had explicitly warned him that if he was even a minute late, he was going to buy that freaky looking dildo Kuroo had sent him a picture of the other night and use it on him.

It was probably a hollow threat.

Daichi was pretty sure he could defend his ass from Sugawara if the situation really called for it.


Then again…

There was that one time they had been play wrestling and Sugawara had managed to pin Daichi to the floor and hold him down for a full half hour before he eventually got bored and released him in favor of begging him for sex.

Sugawara was stronger than he looked.

And he had been an especially grouchy mood the entire day, marching around the bar and apartment angrily, ranting about how he was totally going to steal the limelight from the fucker that had the nerve to tell the press that Sugawara’s art was a “dull joke that had been told a hundred times too many” as if his bullshit art was anything other than a cheap Francis Bacon knock-off without the grit or the skill.

Daichi didn’t want to mess with a pissed off Sugawara when his own ass was on the line. So there was no way he was going to be late just to buy a new flask and feed his “almost” alcoholism.

“Where the fuck…” Daichi stomped down the hallway, stopping at the closet to check it for what had to be the tenth time. “This is bullshit,” he muttered to himself as he pushed junk aside in frustration. He was just about to throw a half deflated volleyball against the wall when his gaze caught the shimmer of a silver glint near the floor of the closet.

“Aha!” Daichi lunged for the gleam and yanked it out from underneath a box. “Found you, you son of a bi-” he froze when his eyes fell on the front of the flask.

“Ah god damn it…”

Of course, out of the dozens of flasks Daichi had collected over his years as an “almost” alcoholic, it would be this one that survived the mysterious flask disappearance of 2017. The stupid joke that Oikawa and the others had bought him as a birthday gift two years before.

It had been funny at the time.

But now that he was staring the joke in the face as he seriously contemplated filling it with liquor and heading out into the night… the last thing Daichi wanted to do was laugh.

“Oh well,” Daichi turned and carried the flask into the kitchen. It was just going to have to do. He didn’t have time to search anymore, and there was no way he was going to this thing without his crutch.

He carefully filled the flask to the brim with absinthe, then took a few gulps from the bottle for good measure, before stowing the alcohol away in his jacket and leaving the apartment.

It didn’t take long to reach the location of the gallery, thankfully. Daichi arrived two minutes before the deadline Sugawara had given him and he let out a deep breath of relief that his ass was safe. (for now)

He climbed out of the taxi halfway down the street, not wanting to draw unneeded attention to himself. People loitered in front of the venue, including a few news cameras, though far fewer than how many typically showed up to Sugawara’s galleries.

Daichi checked his phone but there was no new message from Sugawara letting him know where to meet him. Daichi sent out a quick text to inform him that he was there and totally not late so please don’t buy the Ass Wrecker 3000, and then moseyed through the crowd of art enthusiasts.

A minute later, he received a text from Sugawara telling him to come inside the building, so he did. He glanced around, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot as he dragged his gaze across the large main room of the exhibit. He always felt out of his element in the presence of such well dressed and sophisticated looking people speaking in soft voices about things he knew nothing about.

Daichi belonged in a dimly lit dive bar amidst the trash of down town, wearing his passably professional uniform and serving cheap cocktails drowning in high proof liquor as Queen crooned over the speakers. He didn’t belong in a tuxedo, making small talk with high society folks wearing their weight in expensive jewelry, commenting on the hidden meaning behind a painting of a walnut in a broken coffee mug.

Daichi reached into his jacket and pulled out his flask. He turned towards the wall and discreetly took a gulp from the mouth, already dreading how quickly the liquor was going to disappear over the course of the night. He slid the flask back into his jacket and then continued his search for Sugawara, moving further into the exhibit.

“I think it symbolizes the destitution of a woman of the night, walking the streets with the fear of not knowing whether she’d have a meal to eat, let alone a place to rest her head,” a woman in a blue dress said in a deliberately loud voice as she attempted to spread her obvious artistic superiority over the small group she stood among.

Daichi glanced at the painting about which she spoke and rolled his eyes. Just how did a painting of a tube of lipstick clasped between the fingers of a severed hand represent all of that? He spotted Sugawara near the back of the exhibit, arms crossed over his chest, lips pressed in a hard line as he listened to a man with light colored hair speak to a reporter, waving his hand towards a painting of a headless scarecrow in a field of screaming faces growing from the dirt.

It was clear by the look of Sugawara’s body language that he was annoyed. Daichi contemplated sneaking into the bathroom and hiding out until the night was over, but the Ass Wrecker 3000 popped into his head and he discarded that idea in an instant.

He turned in Sugawara’s direction, wracking his mind for anything he could say or do to wipe that unhappy expression from his face. Daichi hated to see anything other than a smile on those lips. He absently reached into his jacket once more, fingers groping for that comforting chill of metal.

I’ll give him a kiss in front of everyone, Daichi mused silently. Suga loves public displays of affection.

Daichi slowed, lifting his flask to his lips.

But if I open that door, Suga might take advantage and try to molest me in front of everyone…

He sipped his absinthe quietly, slowing to a stop.

Not to mention there are cameras loitering around, He thought, eyes drifting from Sugawara’s terse expression. Daichi was still traumatized by his last appearance on national television and needed about thirteen more years to get over it. Maybe he could somehow cheer him up in private? Maybe he should drag him to the bathroom to make-out. Or he could just whisper in his ear something guaranteed to make him happy.


“I’m gonna stick it in.”


“I’m wearing fishnets.”

Perhaps even…

“Tooru just slipped on a banana peel and fell into a fountain.”

Daichi hummed as he sucked on the mouth of his flask, swaying slightly on his feet. 

Was he really already tipsy?

Maybe he wasn’t an alcoholic after all…

Daichi’s gaze drifted to his right and froze to a stop at the sight of a large news camera pointed in his direction. He was standing just behind the shoulder of the light haired man Sugawara was scowling at as he was interviewed by the reporter holding a microphone out to his lips. Daichi stared wide eyed into the camera just as the reporter turned his face away and let out a snort into his fist. The light haired man paused and then glanced over his shoulder. 

His eyes fell on Daichi, standing stark still, his bright pink flask with “TWERK JUICE” in neon lettering printed across the front of it at his lips.

Oh fuck.

Frozen, Daichi’s eyes darted in Sugawara’s direction. He was staring gape-mouthed at him, eyes blown wide. They locked eyes for a full second before Sugawara was screaming laughter, instantly clutching his stomach and doubling over before sliding down to his knees.

Every pair of eyes in the vicinity turned to Daichi and he felt his stomach drop to his feet.

Ah fuck.

Daichi dropped to a crouch and waddled away from the camera’s view, circling around to where Sugawara was cackling, now collapsed on his back on the wooden floor.

“Shhh…” Daichi reached his side and tugged on his arms, face hot. “Suga, shhhh…” His eyes darted back to the camera and to his horror, it had followed his course and continued to hold him in its path. “Suga… shut up, everyone is looking.”

Sugawara reached up and wrapped his arms around Daichi’s neck, pulling him down. He calmed his laughing and grinned up into his face.

“You’re so fucking dumb,” he giggled.

It… it’s not my fault,” Daichi’s cheeks flamed and he quickly hid his flask from the camera. “I couldn’t come to something like this without some kind of liquid courage…”

“So you decided to fill up on Twerk Juice?” Sugawara kicked his legs gleefully.

“What else was I supposed to do?”

Sugawara hummed and lowered his arms from Daichi’s neck. “You could’ve just asked for some of mine…” He reached into the jacket of his tuxedo and pulled out a periwinkle flask with “White Girl Wasted” stenciled in soft pink across it.

Daichi’s eyes widened and he let out a laugh and lifted his flask.

Sugawara held his up as well and they clinked them together. They drank and Sugawara grinned up at him with amusement glittering in his eyes.

“Drink up,” Sugawara said softly. “I want to see some of this promised twerking.”

“You enjoy my humiliation, don’t you?”

Sugawara giggled and sipped from his flask again.

Daichi watched him quietly for a moment. Well… at least he was smiling once more. So he decided he could let everything else slide this time. So long as…



“Promise me you won’t buy the Ass Wrecker 3000.”

Sugawara didn’t reply for a long minute, eyes flitting to the side.

“Well…” he cleared his throat. “The truth is… I may have already…”

“You didn’t.”

“It’s not my fault!” Sugawara laughed and sputtered into his hand. “You were supposed to be late! I didn’t… I didn’t think you’d actually have the balls to take that flask out in public!”

Daichi blinked at him in surprise, “What does that…” Realization struck him and his lips turned down into a scowl. “You bastard.”

“I promise I’ll return them.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Hey Daichi… since I bought it anyway…”



Ehhhh I don’t know. I lost steam immediately as I started writing this. So it ends kind of lame. OH WELL WHATEVER I’M GONNA GO DRINK NOW.

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anonymous asked:

The hosts watching horror movies with their s/o

Since you asked this on to my ohshc-obsessive blog, i’ll post here, but i’ll answer the other anons who sent me scenarios on this page on my scenario page. (It’s called ohshc-scenarios)

Mwahaha >:) Thanks for the request anon! I love these kinds of questions as much as I love horror movies. (That’s a lot! lol) Hope you enjoy!

Also, hope you don’t mind, but this post is super long!!


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@lumorie submitted: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DERP!!! <3 

𝙰 𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚖


        After so long, Junior had finally cracked open the family grimoire and began to read it in earnest. Though he was careful to keep his lover from peeking, as he carefully warned both Genocider and Fukawa that it was a supernatural tome and merely staring into its pages would drive one mad - or rather, a unique flavor of insane never before seen by anyone still alive today.

        With one leg lazily hanging over the arm of the couch, Junior’s emerald gaze scanned over the contents of the grimoire, studying it as much as he could, while giving his lover just as much attention.

        “… Yeah, the encyclopedia is freaky and hard to explain, I’m going to look at some of the spells and rituals again.”

The Belle Wants To Murder You Masterpost

Some time ago I was looking at Disney merch and I made an alarming realization.

When it comes to bad sculpts of figurines and toys, you’re going to get a wide variety of starting expressions and dispositions with widely-known and popular characters. However, when it comes to poorly-made Belle merchandise, you’re only going to get entry upon entry that all figure into one sinister theme:

Belle wants to kill you.

Right now you’re thinking, “how bad can it be? If you throw half of the face in shadow, of course it’s going to look freaky.”

But I’m telling you here and now, there are no exceptions…


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These are the only two times Fitz wears red. When he falls in love with Jemma and when he asks her on a date. 

Have y’all noticed that he wore lots of colors before FZZT? Then after, he only wears blue. Incidentally, the same color Jemma was wearing when she jumped from the Bus. Okay, occasionally he wears black or gray (usually when he’s going to fight with Jemma or something else awful is going to happen) but is this supposed to be him (in canon) subconsciously only wearing “her” color. Or is this just supposed to be some grand coincidence? Or are we just supposed to know that the costume designer became smitten with his eyes? I have so much more I could say on this subject but I feel it’s a tad unhealthy.

Just curious what y’all think though. 

Jealous //h.s. AU// no smut

I didn’t live in a commune and that was a fact, though I knew it was unusual to live like we did. It was just that Harry’s mother and my mother had been best friends since they were little. They had grown up together, just like how Harry and I had grown up right next to each other all the time. We lived on the same property and always had. I thought it was a normal thing to do, but I knew that no one around lived like we did.

I stepped through the doors of our house, which was very big. We weren’t rich or famous, but having four people that could provide for me had it’s perks. I walked down the hall to find my way to the kitchen to get a snack. I took a handful of chips from the Lay’s bag, and popped them into my mouth one by one. I recognized the flavour as the BBQ Lay’s Harry picked up this weekend at a random market. I emptied the bag and threw it out immediately, to rid all my traces.

I hung around the living room on the couch as I waited for Harry to get home. He was the funniest part of this place. I loved to tease him like crazy and play games with him.

Almost ten minutes passed before he finally got here, and I was bored out of my mind. I saw him mindlessly parking his car through the window. He got out of the car, locked it and walked to the door. He didn’t knock, he just walked right through the door and announced his arrival.

“What took you so long?” I yelled back at him and began getting up from the couch to greet him more properly. He kicked off his shoes and threw them to the side of the hallway.

“I was just picking up this from Cole,” he said and his lips displayed a cheery, wide grin as he waved a little plastic bag in front of my face. It contained something white and powder-ish. I wouldn’t know what it was for sure in particular, but my best guess would be cocaine. I knew Harry did drugs every once in a while, and I also knew he had never tried cocaine. He had talked a lot about it lately, because he wanted to try it and he might get a deal out of our friend Cole. I had no idea how cocaine worked, to be honest. And I really didn’t want to find out either. Drugs weren’t my thing, and I didn’t like Harry doing them either. It scared the hell out of me every time, but I’d never admit that.

“Oh, when are you going to do them?” I asked him dumbfounded, curious and a little bit nervous. Harry looked at me with concern in his eyes for a moment, and I wasn’t sure why. Was he concerned? I was concerned.

“I don’t know, on Friday maybe…” He mumbled and shoved the bag down his pocket. He walked past me in the hallway and up the stairs to his room. I followed him the whole way up, expecting him to want to hang out with me. We usually did that. I stood in the doorframe watching him as he settled on his bed pulling out his phone.

“Are you just going to stand there?” He groaned at me expectedly. I rolled my eyes, annoying, little kid. Though he was older than me.

“Duh, yes, all night long.” I told him sarcastically. Of course I wasn’t going to stand there all day and look at him. That would be freaky.

“Go get me something to eat already,” he demanded and looked at me shortly with a spark in his eyes and a cheeky smirk. He expected me to be his servant, of course he did. I rolled my eyes at him.

“What do you want then, you prick?” I answered him annoyed with him, and he knew it. All I did was amuse him, and it was the same every day.

“Chips, please.” He said tilting his head to the right side, and he gave me an innocent smile. He shifted around the bed to find a better position, and he revealed that he was on Snapchat. I didn’t know why that douche of a boy even used Snapchat, I thought he was too cool for that shit. Apparently not. He probably just used it to chat up hot girls and trade nudes. That would be the most obvious excuse.

His answer hit me, and I realized the mistake I had made. I had eaten his last chips. Too bad for him, I couldn’t care less.

“I ate the last chips, twat.” I said to him and I finally got his attention fully. He looked up at me with an annoyed expression on his face. He got of from his bed and leaves his phone on his bedside table.

“Y/N, you’re such a pain in the ass!” He claimed, and walked closer to me. He picked me off of from the floor and threw me over his shoulder. I wasn’t quickly enough to react and do something about it.

“FUCK, HARRY!” I screamed out, and I tried to fight him, but nothing changed. He had a grip on me.

He ran down the hallway, that we had just walked a few minutes ago. I noticed that Anne’s, Harry’s mother, office door was open. She was sitting behind her desk with a computer turned on. I thought she noticed us too like I noticed her, because after we passed her, I could hear her chuckling a bit.

“Harry, baby! Don’t drop her on the stairs, and remember to use protection!” Anne called out from her office to Harry just messing with us by using the most famous line amongst parents. Harry just laughed at her remark, but she had no idea, that I wished for nothing but Harry to be mine.

Harry ran down the stairs, and I had a feeling I knew where this was going. Harry opened the front door and very soon we were in our backyard. I couldn’t fight him though I wanted to. It was frustrating, but I also kind of enjoyed him holding me this tight, even though it was only my legs he was hugging close to his chest. My head and upper body was dangling from his shoulder, and my head was facing his arse. It was very nice.

“Are you readyyyy?” Harry sang and he was standing right in front of our not-so-big pool. I screamed and begged for him to not throw me out, but he had absolutely no mercy. And he did it anyway; he threw me in the clear, blue water. I felt water surrounding me fully, and my actions were in slow motion. I got above water and caught my breath again. I swam around a tad confused for some seconds before I found Harry standing and laughing of his ass. He weren’t aware of me and that I was already ready to get revenge. Luckily he was standing close enough to the edge, so I acted quickly and on my own. I swam to the edge and grabbed his ankles. I got a solid hold of him, and it took seconds for me to pull him right in the pool with me. Now it was my turn to laugh at him, and I did. I laughed like crazy, because that boy, he deserved it.

I waited a few moments for him to finally catch up with me and get to the surface. He was gasping and choking on water, but I knew he was fine, so I just kept on laughing. He was going to be all right.

When he finally was fine again, he swam in my direction to corner me up. I felt small, and he face held an angry expression. Dark Harry, not scary.

“You’re so funny, huh?” Harry said sarcastically. He worked himself up so his nostrils were flaring, and he was breathing hard. He put a hand on each side of me, so I couldn’t move away from him, nice move. Harry got closer and closer. Seconds passed and I felt absolutely paralyzed.

I couldn’t and nor would I want to move. His lips were in front of my lips, and when our lips finally touched it was like a stone was removed from my chest. I felt relieved, and also very happy.

The rest of the day went by awfully slow, and I wasn’t with Harry. Our kiss we shared in the pool got a bit too heated, which meant me pulling his hair out of frustration because I wanted more. And after we got out of the pool Harry immediately went off to God knows were. He had probably run away from me, to avoid the tension.


The bell rang, and all the kids started stuffing their bags with God’s know what kind of stuff. I was already packed up and ready to leave the classroom when the lesson started. Oh how I hated history lectures and every other lecture. Let’s just say that the teacher at my school was absolutely horrible and boring. I had never been at nerdy person, but it might have had something to do with the fact that I had never been smart. I mean I wasn’t stupid, but back in primary I couldn’t figure out proper grammar, and I wasn’t good at algebra. So my place was not in the books.

I swung my backpack over one of my shoulder, and walked out of class feeling good and carefree. Except for one thing. I wasn’t sure if Harry wanted to be with me at lunch today. We always hung out at lunch. Preferably we’d go for a drive around town, Harry’d park the car at different supermarket every time. Then he or I would go inside, and grab a little something we hadn’t paid for. It was not like we couldn’t afford it, but it was the thrill.

Anyway, when Harry left yesterday after our kiss he never retuned. He wasn’t there for dinner, and he wasn’t there to play Fifa or Counter Strike with me. He was a little sucker, a coward. I did want our kiss to mean more than just a heated moment, but I also would have pretending it meant nothing if Harry would just brush it off. Instead he had to run off like a scared little boy.

I walked down the halls of the school. Blue lockers were on each side of me, and the halls were pretty much empty since every single other kid here was stuck ups who took ages to move their fat asses. I found my own locker, which was next to Harry’s, and I felt a little less cautious when I saw Harry with his head hidden long inside his own locker next to mine.

“Whatcha doing?” I practically yelled at him just because I could. He chuckled a bit, and he eventually got his head out of there when he found what he was looking for. He turned around so his front was towards me, and I stuffed my bag into my locker and closed it again.

“Nothing, wanna go for a ride?” Harry asked and looked around acting a little off. I just nodded, and we went. His car was parked were it usually were. I was sat in the passengers seat. Neither Harry nor I bothered to buck our seatbelts. He ignited the car and drove off with no regrets. I opened the glove compartment and searched the little space from cigarettes. I hadn’t had one since yesterday morning. I wasn’t really addicted; it was just a stress reliever to me.

“Can I have one?” I asked Harry when I had finally found the little box full of cigarettes. I took one out and waved it in front of his face. He reacted quickly and pushed my side.

“Yeah, just take one, but don’t bother me. I’m driving, you retard.” Harry groaned annoyed. I just laughed his little attitude off, like it wasn’t even there, and carried on with my cigarette. I found the lighter and lit the cigarette. The smell filled my nostrils, and the smoke filled my lungs. Who cared anyway?

“We are we going, Harry?” I asked him curiously. I honestly didn’t recognize this road at all, and we had driven for a long time by now. Harry turned the car left, and suddenly I recognized the neighbourhood. We were back on our own street. I had no idea what his plan was, but I could only wait and see for myself.

“Are we going home?” I asked Harry once again, but he didn’t seem interested in answering me.

”Yeah, we’re going home.” Harry said and exhaled loudly.

”Why?”  I asked curiously. I didn’t really care if we weren’t at school or not. My attendance at that damn school wasn’t very impressive. I just wanted to know why he didn’t want to be there.

”Because Dave is throwing a party and it’s a four hours drive.” Harry replied sternly. His eyes were locked with the road.


Uh…so I decided to try and outline new Foxy’s endoskeleton by playing with the image settings to make some parts more visible at the sacrifice of others and combining the information. 

I’m sure I didn’t get it totally correct but there is definitely some freaky shit going on here. It kinda looks like 2-4 animatronics smushed together. 

My theory? New Foxy was either not yet installed or uninstalled for some reason and was in storage along with some spare parts. Whatever is possessing these things decided it needed one more bot to work with and cobbled this together by possessing Foxy’s body.

That or this endoskeleton was meant to be some kind of monster or dragon or whatever and it’s just wearing some of Foxy’s cosmetics (mask, bowtie)