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blametheeditor · 16 days

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A Song Without Its Lyrics

Prompt Roulette By Title

Character A's best friend, Character B, is mute. That sure as hell doesn't stop Character B from somehow being the brightest, most expressive person starring in Character A's life.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of treating others as lesser than. Mentions of calling others 'pests'. Mentions of select mutism. Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of being apathetic

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“If you just listen for two seconds-”

“Why should I? Everything you’ve said up until this point has been worthless.”

Vincent almost wants to yawn, watching the conversation between Scott and David go in yet another circle. Not that he cares if an agreement is made tonight. No one knows he’s even here, and he wouldn’t have bothered to show up if William hadn’t commanded him to make sure the negotiations didn’t get too out of hand.

Literally. The owner of Fazbear Corporation might be worried a certain egotistical employee will abuse the fact he’s a giant and therefore grab a certain ‘supervisor’ who’s small enough to fit in the palm of his hand in the heat of the moment, but Vincent knows that wouldn’t happen. Not when pests don’t deserve to so much as even look at him, none the less have the honor to be held by him.

Though, ‘negotiations’ is a bit of a stretch. Scott has been negotiating and trying his hardest to get David on the same page. It’s David who refuses to budge, finding every excuse imaginable to disagree with something he might have even thought of but refuses to give in solely based on principle.

It’d be admirable and entertaining if it wasn’t so childish. To be honest, Vincent’s unsure what they’re even discussing currently, nor the original reason why Scott, Eggs, and David met up at Freddy Fazbear’s.

Personally, at this point, he’d take Eggs out of timeout to contribute to see if anything can get done tonight, even if it’s something as simple as setting up a schedule for every restaurant on when the mechanic can run diagnostic checks and fix anything that’s needed. It might not even be part of the agenda, but at least it’d be something.

“Look, we need to work together on this, and-”

“I don’t want to hear another word,” David interrupts yet again. Which is a bad look all around, using the fact his voice can overpower Scott’s effortlessly to gain complete control over the situation. But Vincent isn’t here to be a babysitter, or report to William the man that was hired partly for PR is nothing but a bully behind closed doors. If Scott can’t handle such petty tactics then he’ll need to learn how. “William might listen to your idiotic suggestions, but it’s clear you have no idea what you’re doing considering I’m here. So shut up and let me work.”

Despite being several feet away from where Scott stands on a table in order to be on an ‘equal level’, though the attempt is completely ruined by the fact David’s standing to ensure his shadow is cast over the miniscule figure, Vincent can see the sandy haired man’s expression clearly. Every shift as the look goes from fear, to anger, to despair, finally landing on determination.

I’m not going to shut up. You are going to sit down and we are going to converse like God damn adults.

It’s only when David doesn’t respond with confusion written all over his face does Vincent realize Scott had signed the words rather than say them out loud.

And then Vincent isn’t hiding in the shadows at Freddy Fazbear’s, waiting for the business man to react. Instead, he’s sitting at a table. In a different though similar restaurant. With a much younger Scott Cawthon sitting beside his hand. One that isn’t purple. Without a single look of trepidation aimed toward it.

...it’s been a while since he thought about his life before William.

“Did I do something to earn the silent treatment?” he had asked. Gently poked Scott in the attempt to get some kind of reaction. Because it was the first time his best friend wasn’t ranting about how a mother blew up on him even though her ire was directed toward another coworker. Or excitedly discussing the fact their bosses were working on a new project and they’ll be one of the first ones to see it.

It concerned him. Scott was the only one who saw Vincent’s words and actions as more than just him being an annoying asshole. And he didn’t want to lose the human’s friendship if he crossed a line somewhere.

He was glad he didn’t receive a glare or a yell for demanding attention when it clearly didn’t want to be given. But even though the headshake given was immediate and decisive, nothing was said. Which meant he was still worried, just for different reasons.

The worst part was the fact Scott looked so upset, panicked, and yet still not a single word was spoken.

“Has the free food left you speechless?” Vincent mused. “We have it, what, a minimum of five times a week if not more? But this time it managed to blow your mind how amazing reheated frozen pizza can be?” He hadn’t thought about it before, considering it’s not something you really focus on, but it was then he realized just how expressive Scott was. Maybe because he’s human, and being around giants has you unconsciously doing everything in your power to always be heard or noticed. It meant Scott should never play poker or else lose all of his money, but it also made it easy to see the relief that Vincent wasn’t upset. As well as the cautious hope that slowly began to appear.

Vincent was happy to continue. Tapped his chin as he hummed in thought. “Going for a world record, then? Longest without saying anything?”

Scott rolled his eyes dramatically with a look of ‘really?’.

“Hey, I won’t judge. But don’t expect me to help, you’ve got to time it yourself.”

It was so brief, a blink and you’ll miss it moment, and it didn’t help just how small the human is. But Scott looked hurt by his words.

Which meant Vincent swept him up. There wasn’t even a yelp, but a finger was hugged in order for Scott to steady himself from the sudden action. Looked up at the giant with worry.

“We’re watching a movie at my place.”

“I’m sorry,” had been the first thing Scott said to him the next day.

It pissed Vincent off his best friend felt the need to apologize for something that seemed out of his control. Wanted to find whoever put the idea Scott should be ashamed of it and punch them in the face. “What for? I thought we had a great time of you silently agreeing all of my opinions are correct and should never be challenged.”

There was a wince, but there was also a smile. “I, uh, kn-know it’s annoying.”

“Annoying?” Vincent asked. “Unless it’s annoying for you, it’s anything but annoying for me.”

“You weren’t, but I, I couldn’t-” Scott sputtered, looked genuinely confused. “H-How?”

“Adds to your charm, Scotty,” Vincent smirked. “Like your stutters.”

He didn’t ask why. And Scott didn’t tell him.

But the next time it happened several months later he sat the human down. Forcefully. Because Scott avoided him for as long as possible before the giant managed to snag him. “Do you know ASL, Scotty?”

That stopped Scott from running away. Which was best for all of them considering all Vincent had to do was pin him without any effort.

He was suspicious, uncertain why that was the first thing asked, but shook his head no.

“Then you and I are going to learn it.”

Because even though Vincent knew how to sign and read important phrases, and could go through the very tedious process of conversing by spelling every single word out, he was far from fluent. But he would like to be. He wanted to for a while ever since he learned in order to make sure every child could be included whenever the band started to play. Giving Scott a voice when his own didn’t work was just the last push he needed.

To be honest, Scott would’ve been fine on his own without learning any sign language. It’s impossible to misinterpret what the human was saying considering just how expressive he was, but there would be scenarios when being able to say what you mean and want would be crucial.

And there did come a time when Scott’s only words was strictly through signing. When William came into their lives. When the human could no longer express any kind of emotion.

When Vincent finally realized what took his best friend’s voice away.

That’s why, for the first time in years, Vincent feels a wave of protection grip him with an iron fist as he fully registers why Scott is suddenly signing instead of speaking despite the fact David wouldn’t be able to read it. Because his voice has been stolen away. And this is the only way to say what he wants to.

A far cry from before when all he could do was obey without a way to fight back.

Vincent’s body is moving before he can tell it to, stepping out of the shadows with the intent to kill David where he-

“Oooooh, are you gonna take that, David?” Eggs suddenly asks, looking up at the giant with a wicked grin. Manages to freeze Vincent in place by words alone.

“Take what?” the business man demands.

“Scott telling you to sit down and stop being an asshole!”

Vincent feels the pounding rage slowly subside until he’s backing into the shadows again before any of them manage to spot him. Stares at the blond human who was able to make sure Scott was heard.

“No I’m not going to take it. He knows nothing about keeping a restaurant running properly.”

I’m not saying I do, I’m saying there’s things you should know about the building Afton hasn’t told you about.

Scott started signing halfway through David’s growl, but Eggs had been watching to listen to both. “Scott’s got a good point, though. William might have trap doors lying around.”

David stares down at them. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Sit down and Scott’ll explain!”

Surprisingly, the giant does. Grumbling all the while, but he does. “Explain about the possibility of trap doors.”

No trap doors, but it’s worse than that.

“The vent’s were replaced with snakes!”

No.

Vincent ignores the rest of the conversation. Feels his entire body finally relax. Left to try and understand what happened, and why there’s a small piece of him that hadn’t been there before that’s still wanting to go to Scott’s side.

With it clear Eggs is acting as a mediator, the purple man quickly makes his way out of the building before turning down the sidewalk leading to William’s office. Knowing that in a few hours, Scott will join him to report what was able to get accomplished. Because nothing has changed. William’s word is law with Vincent and Scott his messengers to obey every word said to them without hesitation.

So why does it feel like he’s losing his best friend.

#I haven't done a Bingo prompt in a hot minute #and while I'm motivated to write there's been a clash between time and energy #so no continuation on the big stories this week #but I'm working to have one out next!#as long as other responsibilities don't take up all my free time again #that's mine dang it #have a good weekend!#FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #Prompt Roulette By Title #L3 #BTE writing #cw #content warning

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blametheeditor · 3 months

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Under My Thumb

Prompt Roulette By Title

Everything in Character A's life seems to be going wrong- their car breaks down, rent's increased, they can't even find where they'd place their paycheck for the week. Being Character A's best friend and roommate, it's difficult for Character B to ignore Character A's struggles and worsening mood. Character B might not be able to cure ALL their woes, but head-scratches and words of affirmation are a damn good start

NOT MEANT FOR EVERYONE

Content Warnings: Cursing. Overwhelming thoughts. Mentions of treating others as lesser than.

Sometimes it's a hide under the couch day

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Mike found Jeremy under the couch.

Why was he under the couch? Because it was the only safe place to be while everything else was in complete ruins.

It started with it beginning to rain right as Jeremy got off at work. He hadn’t brought an umbrella because there had been promises made it’d be sunny skies, but the bus was supposed to be picking up soon from the stop just down the street. Except it didn’t because it broke down, and another bus wouldn’t come for another hour.

So Jeremy ran home through the pouring rain, thoroughly upset and freezing by the time he got to the apartment. But despite being able to change his clothes into warm and dry ones, a soaked envelope taped to his door said he should open it before anything else. Meaning he was dripping wet and already miserable when he read the rent was getting increased starting next month.

And the worst part? He forgot to change before searching his room high and low for his paycheck he tossed somewhere just yesterday. Which he regrets now because he couldn’t find it anywhere! He’s supposed to put it on the table right next to the door so he doesn’t forget to cash it in. But he was tired, and he brought it into his /bedroom/, and now it’s gone, and his entire floor is covered in water, and the letter is falling apart in his hands!

So that was the last straw. He grabbed the nearest blanket, tossed the letter onto his dresser, and stormed out into the main apartment. Didn’t even check to see if Mike was home as he made his way across the space made for a giant. Plopped himself underneath the cough and wrapped himself up tightly, perfectly content to never leave again.

Because it’s easier to stay under the couch. Not worry about his genuinely terrifying job that doesn’t pay him enough to survive on his own. Never have to face the rain and autumn cold ever again. And here giants can’t step to close or snatch him up.

Technically he wouldn’t need a job if he’s just a pest like David says. Live in a giant’s walls and live off of dropped crumbs like a mouse.

What’s the point of having his own apartment anyway? He can just live with a giant, a pillow could be his whole bed, and not even a full bite of the food they make would be enough for him.

Would that make him a pet, though? Eggs says he acts like a scared animal. He’s always picked up without permission. Maybe he already is a pet and everyone’s just letting him pretend he’s a grown adult who has opinions that matter...

That was when the door opened and Mike walked in, his soft cursing as he wrung his clothes out still able to make the air rumble.

It felt like Jeremy was being mocked all over again. That a giant entering the room was enough to completely interrupt his thoughts. A voice so powerful it could be heard clearly despite murmuring.

He would’ve gone down a familiar rabbit hole after that. Including but not limited to feeling invisible if Mike had gone to his room to change, completely unaware his roommate was in the same room as him.

Which of course he wouldn’t, Jeremy was hidden under the couch. And Mike might be having a bad day as well considering he walked through the rain and also got the increase of rent notice. Maybe he didn’t lose a paycheck, but he might want to just crash in his bed and go to sleep.

Except Mike didn’t go into his room. Jeremy watched the catastrophic shoes walk toward the door to the human side. Slowly walks the same path the significantly smaller had before stopping in front of the couch. Lies on his stomach in order for a blue eye bigger than his head to lock onto him.

Mike hums. “Shitty day?”

Jeremy nods pitifully. Pulls his blanket tighter around him as a shiver runs down his spine, a reminder he’s still soaked to the bone.

“Alright asshole, we’ll take this one goddamn step at a time,” the giants begins as he lifts his hand up to count of his fingers. “We’re getting dry fucking clothes. Then our asses are taking over the couch. Then we watch a shitty movie, or we just go to goddamn sleep. Any questions?”

There’s a part of him that wants to agree to the plan. Finally drying off after who knows how long sounds really nice. And so does falling asleep next to a giant that radiates heat like a living furnace.

...but he can’t. If he comes out from under the couch, then he has to talk about the rent situation. And he’ll have to go inside his room that’s still covered in water and destroyed from the frantic search before. And-!

“Jerber, your ass will get sick if you don’t fucking change,” Mike says. Wisely. Because Jeremy does not want a cold on top of everything. “Come on, asshole.”

He’s stubborn enough to not listen, but he’s miserable enough to give in to the promise of being less miserable. Meaning he carefully stands up before walking toward Mike’s offered hand. Sighs in relief as warmth washes over him.

“Holy shit you’re freezing.”

Jeremy grabs the closest finger as they curl around him to help warm him up quicker. Honestly, he’d be happy just to let Mike hold him. His clothes will get dry in no time, and it wouldn’t be the first time the giant went about his daily tasks one handed.

He’s greatly disappointed when it gently pulls at his grasp at the same time he feels the familiar sensation of a giant lowering their hand to the floor. Sends an unhappy look up at Mike’s smirk.

“Go get fucking changed, Jerber. I need to dry off too.”

The human sighs as he climbs off the hand. Shoos Mike away with a ‘hurry’ because as soon as Jeremy opens his door, he’s already regretting agreeing to the first step of the plan. Forced to face the mess of all his desk drawers flung open, dirty clothes scattered across the floor, his bed even managed to get wet. And in the corner of his eye he spots the paper that might as well be nothing but trash considering it’d be impossible to read now. Meaning they’ll have to read Mike’s letter. Meaning the big red letters will be as tall as him and somehow even more foreboding than before.

What did he come here to do?

Jeremy takes a deep breath before shivering at the AC attempting to freeze him to death. Remembering he’s supposed to dry off and join Mike on the couch. That’s it. One step at a time.

The only problem is Jeremy finishes getting dressed before Mike does. He’s not soaking anymore, instead of the uniform he’s never found incredibly comfortable he’s wearing a soft sweater and pants. But now he’s alone, staring across the vast expanse of the room to the giant bedroom door currently closed.

It’s almost mocking him, saying Mike won’t be coming back out. That the giant fell into bed and went to sleep, trusting Jeremy to then get into his own bed. Because it was a long night for both of them, and decided to crash on what’s meant to be slept on and a hundred times more comfortable than the couch.

And why wouldn’t he? He didn’t make a giant mess of his room like Jeremy did. It’s Jeremy’s fault for ruining a perfectly good bed, and-

The footsteps were completely unnoticed up until they were close enough to make the ground near Jeremy jump, eliciting a squeak right as a hand sweeps him up. Mike then carries him to the couch, the giant lying down with a yawn before grabbing the blanket hanging off the back to toss over them.

Yes, them. It’s tradition Mike has Jeremy tumble onto his chest right as the blanket falls so the human gets caught under the heavy cloth.

“M-M-Mike!”

The giant’s laugh makes an earthquake, leaving Jeremy to curl into a ball so he’s not thrown around too much. “There you go, bastard.”

Mike only gives a wide smile at the glare given that he earned. But at least Jeremy isn’t lost in the blanket anymore. Able to actually see and pull on the material to bundle himself up.

...this is a lot better than being under the couch. Warmer. His friend close. Everything just a little less daunting.

It’s times like these he’s convinced Mike thinks like him. They don’t really talk about it, but the giant’s always there when the world gets a little too overwhelming. Knows all the right things to say and do. It’s nice to have a friend like that, one who has his back.

Literally, too, a hand surrounding him as a thumb rubs his side. Jeremy all to happy to be completely surrounded by warmth.

“So, about the r-r-rent...”

“Nope,” Mike yawns, his arm tugged behind his head as he closes his eyes. “That fucking things for tomorrow.”

“But-!”

Jeremy’s silenced by the thumb covering his entire face. He squirms, yells when the ground beneath him jumps again from Mike’s laughter, shoves the fingers away before they pin him down.

“Sorry. Sleep, asshole.”

...fine. They’ll deal with it tomorrow.

“Th-Th-Thanks, Mike,” Jeremy murmurs as he pulls the blanket closer, falling asleep to soft snores, planning on how he’ll get the giant’s help in fixing his room too.

#I'm blaming this on the Editor as well #they're doing a case study on Jeremy #therefore I was pulled into the case study as well #we might let them win this round though #FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #Prompt Roulette By Title #B3 #BTE writing #cw #content warning

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