a longer post on the subject but i firmly believe that in the sequel(s) the schmidts and the aftons will be revealed to have been connected in some way prior to garrett's kidnapping / murder. whether its bc they're aftons, they're the movie version of the emilys, or some combination thereof, idk, but they've gotta have a link.
william operates around freddy's locations. he even deliberately sends mike to freddy's in order to kill him + abby instead of just killing them anywhere. but he travels to a completely different state in order to take and kill this singular random child? in the games, even the one kid killed outside of freddy's (charlie) is still directly outside of freddy's, and has another connection to him through henry. but garrett? seemingly random.
then he recognizes mike, the circumstances of which just confirm my belief that there's some connection. first he needs to know garrett's last name, and that he had a brother named mike. which okay, still makes me :-/ but not 100% impossible. maybe he interrogated garrett before killing him or smth idk. but then how does he succesfully recognize the two mike schmidts as being the same mike schmidt?
"mike schmidt" is a very generic name and they're in a completely separate state than his encounter with the last mike schmidt, but he's caught off guard after simply reading his name. after recognizing the name, he squints as mike, presumably trying to connect the child mike from nebraska to the grown man mike now, and based on how he operates after this he does recognize him, but how? we don't even know if william ever saw mike in nebraska. if he did, it wasn't for any significant amount of time, and it was years ago. i sometimes have a hard time recognizing childhood photos of my own family members, and im supposed to believe that william recognizes the grown adult version of a child he had little to no interaction with in a completely different state at least a decade ago?
presumably vanessa told william what mike told her about his brother, confirming to him that it's the same mike, but he knew / strongly suspected beforehand just from seeing him and reading his name!! why is the idea that they're the same mike even a possibility in his mind considering the locational difference? why did he suspect just from the name and appearance alone?? there has to be a deeper connection.
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I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.
It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.
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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.
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