His growls only grew in volume—chaotic and ooze with fiery rage—when he felt the chains that bound him, uncomfortably too tight.
S L A U G H T E Ryou! Like he slaughtered them.
“Do you think me a dog without a home? A dog ya can easily own by just tyin’ a leash around its neck? Haven’t you already guessed, I do not belong t’ no one but the cove.”
My cove.
He jerked his head away from the hands that lightly brushed his hair. Though he found it a bit satisfyingly pleasing… and soothing. He always liked his hair being touched… —But not by her. or the others.
“Ah, so I suppose ye weren’t th’ one who put th’ blame on me?”
❛ listen to yourself, foxy. i’m not one of the guards, i’m your friend. you, chica, bonnie, freddy, balloon boy, the puppet.. i’ll spend eternity with you guys and even though you’re all mean and loud and angry and crazy i consider you my friends. ❜
frustration, loneliness, anger. and now she had one of her only friends all chained up. what was she doing? this wasn’t her. she’d never do these things. she was a good person.
❛ i’m not trying to own you. aren’t you lonely, too? i know the others are. but at least they talk to me. ❜
mangle would spent most of her days trying to cheer people around her up even though most of the time it ended with someone telling her to leave them alone. it hurt her, in a way. she wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. but at least the kids were the same. at least the kids would never reject her. at least the kids loved her.
❛ i don’t know who did it, but i know that it wasn’t me and i am seriously shocked that you really think that i’d do something like that and then just pass the blame onto you? ❜
