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bakerstreet2016-03-17 08:56 am
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Bound to the very core
 Somehow, some way, you're being haunted by, bound to, or become the master of a supernatural being of some sort: a ghost, a demon, a monster, an entity, or anything in between. Maybe you signed a contract or accidentally summoned them, maybe you're being haunted, maybe it's no fault of your own - they're a parasite and you're a meal, you're a key to power, you both have the same goals, or you indadvertedly showed them kindness. Whatever the case, you either have a menace that hates you or a servant that's "loyal." They're attached to you, for worse or for better, or, to their chagrin, they're dependent on you after a fashion. Still, it's all about to get more terrible than ever before. It's even possible that they developed feelings for you, in their own twisted way, but that's a complicated matter. If they didn't start out with any amorous intentions, though, that soon will change. They've begun to feel attracted to you, and that could be worse still than them being a malevolent force. Sure, they could show you affection, give you romance, obey if need by, stay by your side forever...yet they could also eat you or drive away all other friends and family. And what of you? Will you ever return their "love," if you could ever call it that, will you see past all that evil, or will you rightfully want nothing to do with this tangled web? Of course, that's easier said than done when you've become dependent on them for, say, protection from even more vile creatures or the power they've given you. You'll soon learn, however, that if there's one thing worse than hate and disdain from a supernatural being, it's love.
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Dave Miller ("Purple Guy") | Five Nights at Freddy's
I'd say I'm sorry about this, but we both know I'm not. Post-book AU, let's go
The above happening because this means supernatural baddies are at you once you hit 18 and, oh, by the way, you need to go summon something to defend yourself with right now? Not okay at all.
Aunt Jen has long since left Charlie in the basement, in a small hidden room just for the purpose of doing magic-y stuff. She can't protect Charlie anymore, she said, but the house is hers. A hug, tears, and Aunt Jen was off, presumably to have awesome road trip adventures with her own summoned partner. Now Charlie has to improvise some kind of summoning...thing.
There's already a circle engraved in the ground, and the horrors are at the door. There's no time to be picky.
These are not ideal summoning conditions, any experienced magician could tell her. She's not going to get a good partner.]
Okay, this... I've never done this before, but I can't fight these things. I don't care who's listening, just-
[She crouches and slams her hands on the rim of the giant, carved circle, hoping it'll help somehow.]
- If someone's listening, and I really don't care who you are, then help!
[That circle sure is glowing like it's got neon lights installed, and that sure is Charlie feeling awfully weak all of a sudden. She might've put a little too much power into that, and now she has to keep herself curled up and looking at the ground thanks to the sudden black spots in her vision when she tries to move too much. She can't even see what she called out, but...it's weird.
She could've sworn she saw rabbit ears on the tall shape...]
you're like an au building machine
He'd formed a connection to one of them, that was for certain - Henry's daughter, Charlotte (or Charlie, which she seemed to prefer). He'd had plans for her, but...
But a misstep had ended those plans and led to his death, and he'd come to terms with the fact that he didn't think he'd ever be seeing her again.
But... perhaps he'd spoken too soon...
He is there, suddenly, somewhere that is not Freddy's, that is not anywhere he knows, but it doesn't matter, because Charlotte is there, too. He can feel the connection between them stronger than ever before (he knew it, he knew it, he wasn't wrong after all) and, more importantly, he can feel that she is in danger.
He wouldn't call it protecting her, not exactly. But he's here, and something is threatening her, and wouldn't it be good to show her how powerful he is now? She'd doubted him before, she and her little friends had thought they could overcome him, but now nothing can overcome him.
He rips the monsters apart, and hardly takes any damage himself.
Blood soaking the Spring Bonnie suit isn't new.
When the last one (for now) is dealt with, Dave takes a moment to rest, trying to understand exactly what has happened to him. Monsters? They aren't visible to normal people, he knows that much - which might mean he isn't, either. Still, he's sure Charlie can see him.
He goes back to the basement, back to where she's waiting, and stands, peeking into the tiny room.
He watches her for a long moment, quiet.
It's strange that the person who doomed him to being stuck alone in that pizzeria would ultimately summon him out of it. The idea that she hadn't meant to never crosses his mind. Surely she must have realized their connection, too. ]
fear me and my fondness for aus
She doesn't have the opportunity to try and find out what's wrong or if anyone got the number of that glowy yellow nightmare creature, though, because the absolute stench of blood and bile and death hits her nose and she almost vomits. She manages to get back to her feet, wavering, and looks out the door to the small room.
Yep. Those sure are a bunch of dead monsters - brutally killed, which is just sickening to her. Slashed to pieces, ripped up, shown no mercy at all...it looks like her saying "I don't care who's listening" summoned something heartless and monstrous. So where is it?
Oh. It's peeking into the room-
... Charlie's expression changes many times before settling on some mix of incredulity and fear. She attempts to speak a few times, but just seems to be doing her best imitation of a fish thanks to the shock - no words come out.
Eventually, though, she gets it right.] ...Oh, no.
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[ He steps into the room with all the grace he'd had in the suit in life - he moves in that better than without it, in a way that seems to defy logic. ]
Look at you.
[ There doesn't seem to be any reason he said this, he's just... still marvelling at her. At all of this. He steps back, looking over his shoulder at the carnage. ]
Why do they want you?
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She called him back and gave him most of her strength purely by accident, which means right now? Right now she has no choice but to...the very idea sickens her...to rely on him.
That's how pacts are supposed to work, Aunt Jen managed to explain before heading off. She'd hoped to draw some of those creatures' attention to herself, buy Charlie some time to do the magic thing. It hadn't been enough, though, and now Charlie had to deal with the fallout of a pact made of wrong.
Which, she guessed, meant answering that question.] The girls in the family...apparently we're all able to do magic or something, and those things want to...eat it, I guess? Everything's kind of rushed...
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He doesn't feel anything else coming towards them for the time being, but he's admittedly not entirely sure how this works. He can definitely feel her - and he can feel that she's exhausted, having used too much of her energy to call for his help.
Freddy's hadn't wanted to let go of him, after all. It would have taken an enormous amount of energy to bring him here. ]
Whatever it is, you called for me and here I am.
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At that last statement, she puts her hands back down, flat against the wall, and shakes her head wildly. She's scared of him - how can she not be? He kills without regret, he's taller and stronger than her, and he did try to use her as a hostage - would've killed her, even. This is the worst partnership.
This is the worst, period.] N-no, this was a mistake, I just- I didn't ask for you, I just needed someone to show up! No, this was a mistake, and I'm going to find some way to fix this! Why did it have to be you, of all people... I haven't forgotten that you were either going to use me as a hostage or kill me! So why...
[...well, she'll figure it out in the morning, anyway. Oof.]
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(Dave doesn't really consider that he is, categorically, "something terrible".)
She certainly has a lot to say. He listens, head slightly cocked, keeping more of an eye outside of the room than on her, in case anything else decides to appear. It isn't until she says the word "hostage" that he snaps his attention back to her, his eyes heavy on her. ]
Hostage?
[ It takes him a minute to process that. Did she really think... did she really think he had grabbed her just to get out of the situation, just to use her?
Sure, he may very well have made good on the threat to kill her, but he knew it wouldn't have come to that. They were going to listen, they were going to leave him and Charlie and leave, and then he would have sealed up the wall where they'd broken in, and kept her there. He wanted her to stay, he wasn't-- ]
Is that what you think? That I was using you to get away?
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What other reason would there have been?
[... Wait. She looks down, thinking hard. Technically, he could've evaded the group's notice until they got out. He wouldn't have needed a hostage for that. In fact, it would've been easier for him to do that, wouldn't it? He knew the ins and outs of the place better than any of them.
He wouldn't have needed a hostage to escape.
Her face turns white as a sheet as that catches up to her, and she looks back up at him, suddenly very afraid and she doesn't even know why. She's pretty sure she has an inkling, though.]
No, that's not right, is it? You could've escaped without a hostage. So, so you were...you were trying to finish it, weren't you? Finish what you started with Sammy - you were gonna kill me, that's it, isn't it?
[If she were dealing with a remotely logical person, she might have guessed right. Alas.]
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I could have killed you any time I wanted back then. If finishing the pair mattered so much to me, don't you think I would have--
[ He stops himself, frowning. He's starting to get frustrated. How could she misunderstand so badly? She'd spent so long thinking he'd used her, not understanding that he-- ]
I killed them to bring them happiness. No, no, to keep them in happiness. Didn't you understand that? I told you-- we became a family, they were there forever in a place they loved. But you, you didn't love that place like they did. For you, I thought... you weren't happy, not as you were. I preserved their happiness. I didn't want to preserve you that way, I had different plans for you, I thought...
[ The fact that she doesn't understand, that he can't explain, is driving him crazy. He'd made a place for her in his family, why wasn't she honored by that? She'd lost her family, he knew that. He was going to give her a new family. ]
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Anyway, she's just gonna attempt to back away despite already being up against the wall, shakily state that:] I think... I think I hit you too hard with that pipe, [and...pass the fuck out.
This is not Charlie's finest hour.]
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She must be exhausted. After all, most of her energy went into him, and into bringing him here. The least he can do is take care of her.
The last time he'd carried a teenager, it had been Carlton, and Dave had thrown him over his shoulder. He takes a little more care with Charlie. Dave doesn't know the house's layout, but he eventually manages to find a bedroom, and he places Charlie in the bed, clumsily pulling blankets over her.
He looks around the room. The robotic toys and tiny rocking chair from her childhood room (that he'd seen only a couple of times before, when Henry had wanted him to see the first things he'd made) were replaced by things more age appropriate. The room was certainly more peaceful than the basement - it hadn't been touched by the carnage he'd created in protecting her earlier that morning.
On her desk, there was a journal, creased open to a certain page. Dave glanced over it in interest, expecting it to belong to Charlie. ]
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...that said, this isn't Charlie's room. There's books everywhere, including the aforementioned journal. Several pages have been torn out or rendered illegible. The illegible pages have tear stains on them, and were it not for the crease, Dave would probably never find the actual entries...
There is a note in a different hand scrawled after the PS:
"The chances of the little one finding the will to set off the locks was very high even without the curse. Mab's curse changed it to an inevitability, though, and it is evil to use magic for such a thing. This Pytha approves not at all of your actions, but she approves even less of Mab's. Any witch with half a conscience would feel the same, and that is why you are allowed to know the truth.
It is a familiar guardian's duty to ensure the safety of their witch until they can protect themselves. If you are at all as competent as you believe yourself to be, then you would do well to see your duty through. Incidentally, those in these situations either learn to endure each other's company or die quickly. Compromise, perhaps, is the path of least resistance.
Pytha"]
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And then he reads on. He can't tell Charlie any of what he's read? Hmm. He'd already told her they were connected - he hadn't needed a book for that. And why would he want to kill her? At this moment, he doesn't see any desire to do that. (He doesn't have the foresight to realize this may really piss him off later.)
It's Pytha's comment that is the most interesting. "Until they can protect themselves." Jen had mentioned if the summoning stopped, he would be back to where he'd come from - back to the dark, alone with his own thoughts, slowly losing more and more of himself.
He can't let that happen.
Not killing Charlie - he can do that. For her, and for himself, too. Protecting her, even... that comes with the territory.
But if he allows her to get strong enough that she can protect herself, he already knows she'll get rid of him as soon as she can. And he can't allow that. He doesn't intend on going anywhere.
Nobody ensured he'd have to foster her development.
He eases the book shut, then turns to look at Charlie, sound asleep. She could be out for hours. The least he can do is keep watch. ]
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Hopefully Charlie can manage on her own.
Well, when she wakes up, anyway. For now, she's still out cold and...curled up, since she is a cuddle bug and being curled up is close enough.
She's gonna be there for a while, Dave. You might want to go do other things like exploring the rest of the house and not being a creep for once.
...that second part is probably impossible. He should probably dispose of the bodies, though. Leaving them to stink up the basement is just bad form, he should know that from being a serial killer!]
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...Still, he wanders the house a bit while Charlie is sleeping (at some point he realizes the bedroom he'd found wasn't Charlie's, and feels a little foolish for not having known immediately). When he gets back down to the basement, and the corpses are still there... He pauses for a moment.
Oops.
If there's a magical way to clean this up, he isn't sure what it is. Charlie is the one who can use magic, any ability he has seems to be limited to protecting her. One by one, he begins dragging the creatures outside...
The house is secluded, not unlike the one Henry had lived in. There were thick woods just on the edge of the yard, and Dave begins taking the creatures there.
It's hard work, but it gives him time to think about his next moves. Will Charlie want to stay here, or will they run? There's shelter paid for here (he assumes), but...
Either way, for now, doing his best to get along with her is important. She isn't so stupid that she'll banish him, not when she needs him, but he doesn't want any undue unpleasantness, either.
(It's due, Dave. It's so due.)
By the time he's finished, hours have passed, and the sun has long-since risen. If Dave wasn't a piece of garbage, he probably would have at least tried to make breakfast or something. Instead, when Charlie wakes up, she'll find him standing at her bedside, leaning over her. ]
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Especially since Charlie, being of relatively sound mind, does not react well to waking up to a murderer wearing a bloodstained nightmare rabbit costume. She blinks uncertainly for a moment, because this is way too surreal and maybe she's still asleep and having a nightmare? ... Nope.
So like anyone confronted with this, she yelps in alarm and tries to back away. This results in her half-falling, half-rolling off the borrowed bed, and quickly searching for the door.]
...That - that was real. That happened.
[She isn't exactly addressing him with this, though. She looks like she's scanning a book or something for a few seconds - trying to think this mess through. This is reality, much as she would love to deny it. Aunt Jen is off in order to prevent anything too strong from coming after her, the last gesture of affection she could show. There will probably be phone calls later, but she's on her own now.
Except she's not actually alone. There's no denying the monster in the room, and after gulping nervously, she looks up at him, trying not to display any fear. ... Easier said than done, though, especially when she has no idea what to do now. Is there any way to get through to this guy? She doesn't know how to de-summon him or whatever yet, either.
And she can't meet his gaze, for some reason. She tries to distract herself from that by idly rubbing at the scar from Foxy with one finger, a nervous tic she picked up after the wound had healed up. It was proof that everything had happened, though, proof that it was all real.
Proof that she had no idea what to do now.
There's a sigh, and she decides to stall for time a bit.] Right. Uh...Can we discuss this in the living room and not in Aunt Jen's room?
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It really is too bad they couldn't both be a part of his family... but Henry couldn't stomach the idea.
He nods at the mention of the living room, gesturing with a sweep of his arms towards the bedroom door to usher Charlie out into the hall. ] Lead the way. [ It's easier to be accommodating and graceful in this costume... and now that Dave is in it full-time, without any choice, that persona he crafted in his head of what he was like hiding inside of it is easy to slip back into. ]
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She manages a jerky nod, annoyed and reluctant (don't stand behind me), and starts off, unconsciously trying to put as much distance between them as possible. She isn't running, but she is walking quickly. Thankfully, the house has a simple layout, and is sparse aside from flower pots and windowsill gardens. Jen's hobby, she'd explained once. Charlie would have to look after them until she was able to come back. There are small wind chimes, good luck and protective charms - at least, it'd make sense if they were, Charlie decides, because why else is there stylized art of a single blue eye everywhere? Some of them are even centered on the palms of equally stylized hands, so that's gotta mean something...
It was really too bad none of it had kept this dirtbag out.
At any rate, it looks like Aunt Jen left a note on a board stuck to a wall. It's been used for that purpose before, one can tell, so Charlie reads it quickly ... And heads for what is presumably the kitchen. The note in question is a simple Post-It reading, "Happy 18th, kiddo! Sorry I can't be there with you, but I left pancakes for you in the fridge. <3, Aunt Jen"]
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He stops, reading over the note. It's her birthday? ... That makes sense, really, given what he'd read and she'd been able to explain before passing out earlier. Following her into the kitchen, Dave stands at the table, not taking a seat, just watching her. ]
You said you wanted to "discuss". [ He has plenty to say, really - or at least, plenty on his mind - but it's better to prompt her to start. ]
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That said, she does take a seat at the small table - Jen's seat, not her own. The two might be identical, but she knows the difference from all the years sitting there, and she will be damned if he somehow damages something else belonging to her family. It's irrational, she knows that, but she lets herself have that irrational urge for once. He's done so much harm to her family, so much that only a saint could forgive him for, and she's not that kind...
But they're both stuck with this. After a moment of thinking, she starts talking, looking at the table, at her own folded hands, instead of at him. She can't bring herself to meet that unsettling, dead gaze just yet.]
... Well, yeah. This is a messed up situation, and I don't know how to fix it yet, so we're both going to have to deal with it until then.
[Much as she would like to just kick him out immediately...]
Look. If you don't start any trouble, I won't either. You leave me be, a-and I'll leave you be too.
[After another moment she does look up and tries to keep eye contact, tries to seem more in control of things than she really is. It's a bluff, but hopefully it will hold. Hopefully he's just as interested in getting him back to Freddy's as she is.]
Does that work?