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spooki-ghoztzz · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request this for Jack Walten? Okay so I get really flustered easily. Like is someone were to innocently flirt, give me a compliment, dumb pickup lines, or uses a deep voice, I freeze and just squeal. So, how about Jack using this to his advantage on a female coworker/crush 👀. You don’t have to if you don’t want to tho

( I like people like you and i mean that in the best way possible- and I wanna bet Jack's voice is deep as hell so y e a h. Ima have fun with this- )

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It’s a lot more of a personal headcanon but i’d like to think Jack has a deep voice,it can spook you at times but is also very calming in softer situations.

Now,onto him completely teasing you just to see you blush- he finds you adorable when your face becomes red just because of a silly little pickup line that he thought of last second.

Honestly, that’s one of the reasons you two ended up together was his endless amount of flirting and throwing small hints at you that he liked you. He loved seeing you all flustered and stuff <3

He also loved to compliment you and would point out how he liked the outfits you were wearing. He’d notice small things like hair clips,rings,ect and he’d also point out how you look nice in them. If you wore any new outfits like I said before he’d compliment you a bunch! (he may even be a bit fancy and kiss ur hand as he talked about how pretty you look-)

If you ever wore more masculine clothes he wouldn’t care, really- he’d still compliment you on how nice you look.

Okay, I'm sorry but I feel like Jack’s a sucker for makeup, especially lipstick- like he’d love how it just looks on you (he wouldn’t be able to say anything else besides that unless u want him to ramble). If you kiss his cheek cuz one of his compliments, let’s say you’re gonna be the one leaving him a flustered mess and with a little lipstick mark.

He’d really only use his voice as an advantage if he’s asking you on a date or during dinner if you accepted his offer. Mans is so damn sweet I swear- but his voice is a tad intimidating no matter what you do since work makes him tired. During the date expect his voice to be deeper than normal cause again..work makes the poor man tired </3

Whenever you two start dating,oml you’re in for a treat-

He’d be so sweet to the point where it might make you sick,calling you pretty in the mornings as he holds you close to his chest. (he’d joke about how you even look pretty with bedhead,,)

No matter what he’s gonna be by you and using that deep ass voice to make you all red in the face, doing something that’s pretty normal like doing laundry? He’d walk by and give you a kiss saying, “You look pretty,sugarbun.” LIKE IT’S ALMOST ALL THE TIME (yes he calls you sugarbun, it’s cute ok-)

Just tbh even at work, he’d do it- he just wants to see you all red in the face cause he finds it adorable-

#the walten files #the walten files x reader #jack walten #jack walten x reader

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a-multi-fandom-fanboy · 2 years

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oh please, take all of the time you need! i don't intend to rush you, so do as you please.

that being said, could i request something with the lovely jack walten? maybe something along the lines of the reader working for Bon's and playfully flirting with their boss?

i've had recent brainrot on the series, and your works have worked as wonderful fuel for it! i enjoy seeing what you put out, so i can't wait to see what comes next <3

Aw thanks boo! I'm really glad you like it!)

Just another Friday working at Bon's. You weren't a huge fan of it but it wasn't that bad and you made good money. 𝘗𝘭𝘶𝘴 a certain boss of yours always made the job a little more bearable. Per usual right about now you were cleaning up after the second party of the day awaiting Jack's arrival. You were constantly checking to see if his car was in the parking lot. That and you would perk up Everytime you heard the door open. You had just finished cleaning the mess up when you realized it was taking a lot longer that usual. This caused you to huff in annoyance. Where is he??

Almost as though the universe had heard you the front door of the establishment opened. You quickly looked up and sure enough there he was. A sly grin spread over your lips as you watched him walk inside. You immediately began to try and think of ways to charm your boss this time. Maybe a little bit of flattery? Soon enough he had locked eyes with you and a familiar blush made it's way onto his face. He seemed to know what was coming. I mean this is a normal thing for you two. He eyed you as you made your way over to him, still grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey Jack, love the new suit it shows off the...less appreciated...parts of you." You said looking the now flustered man up and down. He quickly composed himself before smiling at you. There was no way he was going to let this happen in the middle of the restaurant.

"Thanks, (Y/N). You look lovely as well." He responded before quickly rushing off to his office. You smirked at his response, always finding the way he would shy away from your flirting quite cute. You continued your work awaiting your chance to strike once more.

Finally closing time had come and you were ready to make your move on Jack. After quickly cleaning up any messes left behind and closing everything up you began to head to your bosses office. You filled with excitement as you gripped the handle of the door and pulled it open. Your suddenly arrival startled Jack causing him to jump a bit before looking up at you. At first he was quite relieved to see it was just you. Then the realization hit him; it was just you. He was alone with the one person that knew how to get to him.

You slowly made your way over to him with an almost predatory look in your eyes. You were toying with your prey. A large grin made it's way across your face as you began to think of what to say. Jack wasn't used to your flirtatious behavior. Nobody else around him would act like this and it always threw him off. Soon enough you were right beside him faking an innocent look.

"Is this seat taken?" You ask pointing at his lap. He stares at you for a moment before looking away with a blush. Unable to respond correctly he shakes his head no. Your smile widens as you go to sit in his lap. You showed no signs of embarrassment no matter what you did and it perplexed him. How could you do these things and be so unaffected?

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue~?" You questioned though you already understood why he was so quiet. This was the first time you had actually gotten so close to him and you loved every moment of it. Your question seemed to snap him out of it though as his face turned cherry red.

"I-...um-" He began; however, you stopped him by pressing your lips to his cheek bone and giggling. He seemed shocked obviously not expecting that.

"You're adorable when you're flustered."

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king-of-hearts1313 · 2 years

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Nother' Walten files theory, this is a lot of just putting stuff together.

I call this puppet theory

Edd and Molly are controlling everything. So in tape 3 it showed they died and possessed Rocket, who then stood up. This means he can move around. Then he got into K-9. Wether he was put there or just found it by himself. Then in tape 2 when Ashley finds Rocket he is tied to the wall/ceiling with string. Then the last bit of info before I get to the theory, in lucky you it says...

Don't be scared my little bunny, answers will be given eventually. Don't try to solve the puzzle with only the pieces you have so far, this is only the beginning. For I am going to tell you a story of broken people, beautiful people. He is so sorry for what he did to them, but there's nothing he can do, remember that.

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Then on the screen in white text it says,

"OH, CAN'T YOU SEE?"

"I MADE THEM BEAUTIFUL"

"I DONT KNOW HOW"

"I DIDN'T EVEN MEAN TO"

"BUT I DID."

"THEY TRY TO TALK TO US"

"THROUGH ANALOG"

"THEY WILL BE HEARD"

"THIS IS THEIR CRY FOR HELP"

"BESIDES, THEY WANT US TO KNOW"

"WHAT HAPPENED THAT YEAR"

"BUT WE MUST BE PATIENT."

Then in red it says,

"LOOK"

"THEY ARE FILLED WITH LIFE"

"THEY DANCE TO THE MUSIC"

"THEY LAUGH AND SING ALONG"

"THEY'RE PERFECT."

"THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL"

then in white it says,

"THEY WILL SEE YOU SOON, SOPHIE."

Now there is a lot to unpack here. Let's start at the beginning.

Now from the phrase "my little bunny" we can assume that it is bon talking, whick for this theory I will assume Jack is in the Bon animatronic. Now the other time we heard that phrase was by the Pumpkin rabbit in the mysterious house when talking to Tammy. So since PR is just the Halloween version of bon that makes sense.

The voice then tells us that he is gonna tell us a story and not to try to put things together, because we are missing pieces. So we can assume we will get more info in places like bunny farm, or maybe the tv show mentioned in tape 2.

Then it says he is sorry for what he did to them but there nothing he can do, remember that. I think that is referring to Felix's car crash and that he can't fix it, so if something supernatural happened it wasn't his doing.

Then he says safety in pills, Sophie over and over. So maybe it was Jack's doing that Sophie is taking these pills.

Now we get to the fun part.

I made them beautiful, I don't know how, I didn't mean to. Which means that bon stuffed people in animatronics making them "beautiful" which we've seen in the other tapes, but he didn't know how and didn't mean to. Which means he wasn't in control.

They try to talk to us through analog. The definition of analog is any continuous signal for which the time varying feature of the signal represents some other time varying quantity. So the animatronics try to talk through analog, or a frequency.

They will be heard, this is their cry for help. Besides they want us to know what happened that year. The animatronic spirits want to be heard and want help and want their story to be told, they probably want justice for their deaths. Since all the deaths/disappearences happened in an year.

We must be patient. We must wait for the answers to be told to us.

Look they are filled with life they dance to the music they laugh and sing along. They're perfect, they're beautiful. Since the color shifted I think this is when bon is being controlled not by Jack, but by someone else...

They will see you soon, Sophie. I think this is referring to stuff like bunny farm. Like when it was referring to analog being how they communicate.

Now my theory. Edd and Molly are controlling everything. The strings attached to rocket in tape 2 maybe he isn't the puppet, but the puppeteer. Maybe he is controlling bon and that is why jack did all this stuff.

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midnight-motorist · 2 years

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What Makes a Monster (Tumblr Ver.)

//TW FOR GORE, BLOOD, AND REFERENCED CHILD MURDER//

Felix makes it to the afterlife and meets someone he never expected to see again. It doesn't go very well... (though in a way, it kind of does. You'll see what I mean ;] )

Alternative title: William being an absolute nutcase

Thank you to hit_that_target on AO3 for the suggestion! It gave me a nice opportunity to showcase how messed up William is >:)

The first thing Felix had learned when he died was that there was no god.

There were billions.

When he’d opened his eyes, he’d found himself standing in the dark on an uncomfortably familiar road, a forest to his right. Jack was there- Rosemary beside him- standing before him in a blaze of glory. Two smaller beacons peeked out from behind them. Ed and Molly watched him with wide eyes as Jack gestured to the deceptively suburban afterlife and informed Felix that they were gods now; them and all the other good souls who’d passed on. But not him. Not yet, anyway.

Every new god had the choice to create a tailor-made hell for the souls who were their tormentors in life, and Jack had taken his cue from them and created one for Felix with the help of Rosemary. He assured his former friend that this was temporary and would only serve to force Felix to face the same pain the Walten parents had suffered when their children had seemingly disappeared, had died for all they knew, since Felix had been ominously silent and avoiding their calls. He hadn’t protested; he hated himself for what he did, and knew it was only fair. He’d wanted to do everything he could to earn back Jack’s friendship.

Now, he was free. His hell had indeed been just as bad as the title implied; he was forced to relive the accident over and over again until he finally, naturally made the right choice in the situation and told Jack what he’d done to his children. In this reality, he didn’t bury Ed and Molly in a lonely, unmarked grave. He didn’t ghost Jack. He didn’t erase him from company history. Only when he’d learned how to face up to his actions did a blinding light engulf the illusion around him, sending his hell crumbling to ashes. Jack had come down to get him, sensing that his work was done. On their way out, however, Felix paused.

“Hey, Jack?”

The taller man glanced over his shoulder, saw that his friend (?) had stopped, so he turned to face him and gestured for the other to continue.

“While I was… in there, I heard that someone we briefly knew is here in hell. You remember William Afton, right?”

Jack thought for a moment, then replied, “Oh! Wasn’t he that British fella we met at that business convention thing? Yeah, I remember. I’m not surprised that he ended up here; I don’t know what it was about him, but any time he was around, there was just this strange atmosphere…”

Felix nodded. He remembered that feeling well.

“Turns out, there was a genuine reason for that. He killed six kids in his own pizzeria; one of those was his friend and business partner’s daughter.”

Jack shot him a glance. Felix knew he had guessed what he was about to ask, but he continued anyway.

“Is there a way I could pay him a visit?”

He didn’t have to explain; Jack absolutely knew why he wanted to see Afton. He was glad he didn’t have to justify himself. How was one supposed to tell their friend that they wanted to talk to a child murderer because they needed confirmation that they weren’t as bad as him?

With something not that far from pity in his expression, Jack gave him a short nod.

“Follow me.”

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The horrid stench of new blood and old hit Felix like a truck as soon as he entered; the oppressive heat of the office amplifying it obscenely. He struggled to keep his head in the present as memories of small bodies and too much blood threatened to drag him back to the day of the crash. Disoriented, he took in his surroundings. He was standing in a small, very cluttered room; the detritus of old animatronics and mechanical parts were scattered everywhere, relics from the old pizzerias. The black and white checker tile floor was cracked and stained with age and use and… blood.

Ah. So that was the source of the smell. One of them, anyway. Looking closer, Felix could see that there were splashes of blood everywhere, ranging from specks and spatters on the walls to huge dried streaks and fresh puddles on the floor, all of them growing more concentrated the closer they were to the cluttered desk in the back. He followed the trail of red, trepidation growing steadily, almost vomiting when he began to see quivering pink chunks of flesh and gore mixed in. He heard a sudden intake of breath and a rustle of movement and jumped so badly he nearly lost his footing and slipped in the blood that was now completely obscuring the floor.

Heart beating out of his chest (he’d forgotten in his fear that it was impossible for him to die twice), he watched a pale, scarred, and bloodied hand grab the edge of the desk and heave the man attached to it to his feet. Felix saw dark hair; then cold, bloodshot grey eyes as William Afton straightened up; covered in blood, joints popping sharply as if they were being set back into place.

His eyes landed on Felix, pinning him in place like a cat trapping a mouse by the tail. His piercing gaze sharpened as he smiled- a slow, terrible grin that would’ve frozen Felix right where he stood had the staring not gotten to him first. In a voice like clattering bones, he said,

“Fancy seeing you here. Hello… Felix.”

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Felix flinched when he heard his name, and William felt a surge of savage satisfaction. At least there was a little fun left to be had in hell, though it hardly made up for the torture of dying over and over again. He walked around to the other side of the desk, grinning wider when the shorter man quickly backed away. He leaned back against it, crossed his arms, and asked,

“So. What in the world possessed you to make you want to pay a visit to the man who so clearly unnerves you? I could tell I made you uncomfortable the second I met you at that convention,” he continued, “and you’re obviously still afraid of me, so why have you come to see me?”

Felix looked like he was about to faint, but he took a deep breath and blurted,

“I- uh, I heard about what you did while I was… down here, er- in my own hell, that is.”

“Oh yes, I remember hearing about your little mishap with your friend’s children. I saw the tapes,” William added when the bespectacled man gave him an incredulous look. “What a shame, to be the sole cause of so much of your friend’s pain.” He pulled a mocking frown. Ohhh, he was enjoying this. Felix was such a nervous man, it was almost too easy to torment him. “You were close with them, were you not? Did they call you Uncle Felix?”

He looked pained, like he’d been punched in the gut.

William took that as a yes.

“Henry’s daughter called me her uncle as well. I wonder, did Ed and Molly scream and cry like Charlie did when I sunk my knife into her? ‘Uncle Will! Stop! Please!’” he mocked, raising his pitch to a cheap mockery of her pain, glee palpable in his voice and glints of insanity in his wild eyes as he stalked towards the pitiful creature before him.

Out of nowhere, a splitting pain erupted along his jaw and he stumbled back, steadying himself against the desk. He put a hand to his mouth and his fingers came away red. He whipped his head around to glare at Felix. He was ghostly pale and absolutely livid, fists still clenched from the punch he’d just landed on William’s jaw.

“You wanted to know why I came?” he asked, voice trembling with fear and rage. “I needed to know for sure we weren’t the same. That I wasn’t a monster, and that you were. ”

Will said nothing. He could feel an old familiar urge burning in his chest, the very feeling that enveloped him each time right before he silenced the last cries of another wretched child. It was like a black hole; a yawning, bottomless pit that could only be sated by the unmatched sensation of his knife sinking through skin, tearing past muscle, and squishing into the organs of his agonized and screaming prey. He lowered his head, feigning defeat, and waited for Felix to drop his guard. He might not be able to kill him, but he could certainly make him suffer.

Without warning, he surged forward; no plan in mind for how to do it, only that he would. He relished the shock on that sniveling bastard’s face as he raised his arms in defence with no time to do anything else but brace himself. Just as he drew close enough to strike, William was blinded by a flash of red light and sent flying back into the desk again by a scorching pulse of energy. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Cassidy hovering between them looking for all the world like the new god she didn’t deserve to be.

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After Cassidy- as he learned her name to be- had escorted him out of William’s hell and back to where his friend was waiting, Felix and Jack walked through sunny St. Juana’s forest (or the afterlife equivalent) in comfortable silence for a while, providing Felix with the relaxing environment he needed in order to process what happened and calm his racing heart. The tall brunette seemed to be deep in thought, or maybe he was the one giving Felix time to think. He wasn’t sure. It had always been a difficult thing for him, navigating interactions and understanding social cues. Eventually though, Jack broke the silence.

“Did you get what you came for?” he asked, stopping to look over at him, sunlight filtering through the leaves and dappling his pensive face in golden light. It was peaceful. Felix nodded and gave him a little smile, feeling content and satisfied with himself for the first time in many years.

“Yes, I really think I did.”

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jellstheories · 3 years

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The numbers 26 and 27

It has been clued to us that these numbers had some significance in the story of The Walten files. And here I am trying to explain it.

First time we see them have any significance is in Relocate Project tape 4. Here it is:

Right after something unknown scares her and we see some sounds, like footsteps, or breathing, I couldn't tell, sorry. The next shot is Ashley finding Rocket and it was not specified whether she walked into another room or not, so it's safe to assume that Rocket was hanging around in the same room (haha im so funny)

Second time we see the numbers 26 27 in "The Mysterious House"

First let's look at house 27. It really stands out to me in this shot. It's the only one with a dark door, the only one with writing above the door (though I can't tell what is written there), the only one with both types of windows. And it also has a similar color scheme to Rosemary, especially in this picture drawn my Martin Walls himself.

Specifically the house itself looks like the color of her sweater, the roof and door are the color of her hair and the handle on the door look somewhat close to her skin color. What about house 26? I have less to say about that, besides it being the biggest house and being red, which might be a reference to Edd and Molly, while the roof and windows are the colours of Sophie's jacket.

A stretch? Yes. A big one. But it is what it is. Third time we see these numbers is, well, Martin Walls's social media, where he posted a picture with the showstoppers and their ages along with their descriptions. Here's Sha:

Here's Bon:

So? Three times and that's it? Just random numbers that have no connection to the story? Am I just an overthinker and a dummy? no ❤️️ Here is one more time they have had significance in this story. And perhaps the biggest significance yet. Let's look at the timeline. In 1932 Jack Walten was born in 1932, which means he was 26-27 in 1959. Do you know what happened in 1959? Jack graduated college and married Rosemary. So the dots start to line up. We have the Walten family starting when Jack was 26-27. We have Bon and Sha, one of them having literally Rosemary inside and another one probably targeting Waltens being 27 and 26. We have houses that may be tied to Rose and the kids, being numbered 27 and and 26. And we have Rocket, who is supposedly possessed by Edd and Molly in room that may be number 26 or number 27. And here is the last trick up my sleeve. Jenny Letterson was born in 1956, which makes her most likely 26 by the time Sophie plays the Bunny Farm arcade game. So to conclude: 26 and 27 are very important in the story when it comes to the Waltens. And I am sure that we are yet to see even more of this importance come to light.

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yes-i-have-thoughts · 2 years

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Revenge is a Fool’s Errand

You guys know that surprise I was talking about around the beginning of the month? Here it is: a TWF fic based on an AU!

Sophie usually isn't one for keeping journals. When one gets practically pushed at her, however, she decides-fuck it. Why not? It's a decision she will not regret; as when her life falls apart and the supernatural come knocking, it's one of the few anchoring things she has left.

(TW: MEDICINE/PILL MENTION)

I barely remember my father. That is the worst possible way to start a story recount, oh my god. Let's try that again! Hi, my name is Sophie. I'm eighteen years old. I live with my mom, Rosemary, and our cats; Pickles (Fucking stupid name, I know, you don't have to tell me that. Apparently eight-year-old me named her that) and Bugs Bunny (who names a cat Bugs Bunny? My dad, apparently). I'm female. She/her. Probably not cisgender. Definitely not straight. Basics. Remember the basics. Rule of thumb for any writer. My English teacher drilled that into me. My English teacher was also a bitch so I'm never bringing her up again. Fuck's sake. Focus, Sophie. Where was I? Right, right. My father. Jack Walten.

Jack Walten went missing eight years ago. I get a headache remembering the day. The police hate me for that. Keep trying to drag it out of my mouth until I'm in tears because it hurts so bad. What's so important about that day now, anyway? Eight years ago. What happened eight years ago... I was home from school. Pickles was following me around, as she always does, so I picked her up and carried her to the living room to read a book and snuggle her against her will. The TV was on. People on the screen were arguing. Children characters. Very annoying. Mom was talking to someone, I think she was on the phone. She must have hung up at one point because it rang a few minutes later. I remember she mentioned dad's name, so I finally released Pickles from her snuggle prison and went to the kitchen to see what was up. Mom hung up the phone and jumped when she found me behind her. I remember she put a hand over her heart. "You love to give me heart attacks, don't you, honey?" "It's what I'm good at!" I'd said with a grin. (I still do sometimes. Freak her out by sneaking up on her, I mean.) "Well, sneaky boo." She ruffled my hair. "Your dad's gonna be working late tonight." "Aw man, again?" I whined. "I know, honey, I'm not happy about it either." She'd given me a pitying smile. "But he's working with uncle Felix to get things at the restaurant started." "So I can go soon?" I asked eagerly. Mom sighed with fake exasperation. "Yes, you'll be the first one in, just as we promised. You and your friends." (I think she said friends there. I'm a little fuzzy on that fact. Give me a break, the headache's already starting to pound.) That was enough to make me happy and I went back to reading. That's it. That's all I remember happened the day my dad vanished off the face of the earth. I don't think he ever came back home; and mom got a funny look on her face when I used to ask about it. Maybe he got into a car accident. I remember people said there was a car crash that night, so you know... God, my head hurts. I'm tired of all the sudden questions. Why now? What changed? I'm gonna get some water.

Screw what happened eight years ago. Screw returning this book to the police. This is my journal now. Que se jodan. Si esos bastardos azules quieren tanto este libro, pueden venir a buscarlo. Now don't worry, whoever reads this besides myself, I won't write in Spanish for all of it. Or most of it. Just some of it. When I say something mom won't like, as I did above, or something. Chances are good someone else besides me is gonna read this anyway so I should go back to the beginning. Again. God, this recount's gonna be a mess. I'm writing in pen, I can't even correct any mistakes. Might as well rip out the pages at this point. Get a grip, Sophie. So you already know about me, whoever you are. Not all about me, but enough. You know about mom, you obviously already know about dad if you're reading this, our cats aren't important... What else should I put here? Maybe my pill schedule. It'd do me good to write it down anyway. Let's see here...

Two doses each day Mon-Sun Half at 8 AM (or whenever I wake up), half at 8 PM Take with water, avoid using heavy machinery or driving soon after dosage (not a problem, I can't drive anyway)

I never realized how weird the dosage was until I wrote it down. Wow. What're these even for? The doctor only talked to my mom about them, all she said to me was they're for my headaches. Feels more to me like they're causing them. Like-this morning, after I took the first half, I couldn't remember any of yesterday for a good hour. Thank god I'm almost out of school. They've been screwing me over in that regard for years. What else. What else what else what else... I guess I should talk about dad some more. It's why people will read this, after all. From what I've been told, he was a kind man. Very against violence. He adopted Bugs by up and bringing him home. I remember that night, actually-him coming home with a little furball in his arms, mom getting angry at him, me petting said furball with two other people... Why were there two other people? Where they my friends? Not important. I remember he had a friend-Felix. He used to come around often, though I haven't seen him here since dad disappeared. Usually now I go over there after school or when I have time, since I'm not sure he has any other friends. It's kind of pathetic, really. Mom calls him a 'self-made outcast', though she also sounds really angry when she says it so I don't think it was all just him. Dad met Felix when he was younger, they founded something together, the thing closed down after maybe a year...That's it. That's all I can remember. Headache's really throbbing now. I think I'm gonna stop writing. See you next time, uh...Me.

#El writes #Revenge is a Fool's Errand #TWF #Sophie Walten #tw: medicine #tw: pills

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promof1976 · 4 years

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fuck it. walten files headcanons.

note: these are merely my hcs and i might be wrong on some of these as the series goes on. also some of these are kinda spoiler-ish so i guess watch the series before you read if you want?? idk

- sophie is the eldest of the walten children, and is older than her siblings by quite a few years. they’re both still alive, but she doesn’t really keep in regular contact with them and hasn’t seen either of them in quite a while.

- sophie’s natural hair color isn’t brown, it’s actually black. she dyes her hair bc if she doesn’t, then she looks way too much like her dad and she just. Doesn’t Wanna Think About That.

- jack is around 6′4″, sophie is 6′0″ (girl got the tall gene from her dad), rosemary is 5′7″, and felix is a solid 5′8″.

- susan woodings and kevin w. are related. i like to think she’s his aunt.

- bon and sha have two different dynamics. on the stage, bon and sha act more or less like a romantic couple. it’s more subtle than anything and it’s never made explicit (bc ya don’t wanna make the kids feel weird abt it, ya know?), but it’s There if you pay attention. meanwhile, in the cartoon (and other bsi-related media), sha is more of a mother figure to bon

- when coming up with designs for the characters, jack asked felix if sophie and her two (as of rn unnamed) siblings could provide input bc what better way to find out what kids like than to ask kids, ya know?

- sometimes when jack got really angry, he’d just. smile. this has not at all changed since his death (in fact, it’s gotten more frequent).

- speaking of things that have gotten worse since his death, jack had a little bit of a possessive streak when he was alive. he kept it under wraps (and under control) so it wouldn’t hurt rosemary or the kids (or his very few friends), but like it was still There. he just didn’t act on it. after death, it’s consumed him. the promise of his family being His And Only His again is the only thing that’s keeping him going now, even if he has to kill them for that to happen.

- felix’s wife was a photographer. she’s the one who took that 1974 founders photo.

- felix and his wife were sophie and her siblings’ god-parents.

- sophie doesn’t really like felix or respect him, honestly, and she never really has either (despite knowing him her entire life). her siblings had always liked him, even calling him “uncle felix” (i mean. sophie did, too, but it was just to be polite), but sophie just kind of acknowledged his existence (and vice versa) and that was the extent of their relationship. she didn’t start actively disliking him, however, until 1974 rolled around. after rosemary disappeared, felix pretty much just cut off sophie and her siblings. no letters, no words of comfort, no offers to let them stay at his place while things get sorted out, not even a phone call. nothing. like yeah she understands that they’re not his kids, so he’s not required to help them out, but damn you’d think that someone who’s literally known you your entire life would at least pretend to give a shit.

- rosemary never really liked or trusted felix either tbh. she always thought he was sleazy in that used car salesman kinda way, and part of her even felt like felix was using jack. but he was also jack’s best friend, and while jack could be rather naïve at times, he had very good judgment for the most part. and besides, felix’s wife was a delight to talk with. so she pushed her feelings down and just tried to tolerate felix’s existence in her and her children’s lives. that all changed after june 11, 1974, however. rosemary almost believed felix’s story (that jack had been making allusions to either running away or even taking his own life) at first, but when felix went ahead with opening the restaurant, it immediately destroyed what little trust she had in him and made him suspect #1 in her eyes.

#the walten files #twf #sophie walten #jack walten #rosemary walten #felix kranken #headcanons

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