@trapton from here

for all the trust she has in her father largely due to manipulation, it would be a lie if there weren't sometimes where he unnerved her just a little. like with his words now. she looks at him, brow furrowed, not able to hide her concern, "dad, what's going on?"

@muutos: i am different. i am not the same as i was. / funtime foxy!?

mabel starters / accepting

being different means very little to elizabeth. after all, different can be for better or for worse. and when it comes to anything tied to her father or her childhood, she's not particularly keen to offer the grace of assuming the former. and she doesn't hesitate to say as much, "what am i supposed to do about that?" because it certainly didn't make her trust the animatronic.

@cultbunny​​ from here!

elizabeth isn’t sure what she’s feeling, if it’s fear or anger or confusion. she’s too well acquainted with the horrors of this franchise to have a clear feeling, her past experiences muddying her response. she does know that she needs to get out of there. not that that’s an easy feat. she backs herself up a little, hoping she might get an opportunity to get past the other and out of the room.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” she has her suspicions, though. everything always comes back to her father, after all. even moments where she thought she might get away, she always found herself cornered by him. there was never any escaping it, no matter how hard elizabeth tried.

even if she’s sure this ties back to her father, however, that didn’t mean she understood what was going on. she didn’t know what vanny’s plan here was, only that it was nothing good. elizabeth just needs the right moment to get out. once she’s out in the open, there’s only so much the other can do.

@muutos: ❛ You’re looking at me as if I caused this. I didn’t cause this. ❜ funfox

yea thats helpful / accepting

honestly, to say she's looking at the animatronic at all is a stretch. she doesn't want to see it her, doesn't want to acknowledge how tense she feels looking at any member of the funtimes. the line she had once been so interested in she had gone against what her father said to see them. the line that now makes her feel sick just thinking about it.

the words don't help ease elizabeth's hesitation. if anything, liz just wants to act like the animatronics are mindless pieces of machinery, capable of doing only what they're programmed to. not capable of actually processing emotions or the gravity of this situation.

she shuts her eyes for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. hands tightly wrapped around her pushrims. "that doesn't change anything," she starts, words a bit rushed. like she might back out if she doesn't get it out as quickly as possible. "it doesn't matter if you caused it or not, that doesn't change it."

@trapton: you are an angel on earth. - will !?

tick ti.ck boom starters / accepting

"dad!" she protests, although she's laughing through it, and the smile lingers awhile after she finishes the word. she's been working on the dress for awhile, perfectionism tending to get a hold of her to the point where she struggled to settle on one thing and put quite a bit of time and detail into it. so yeah, the compliment during her first time wearing it does make her incredibly happy. she wheels out a little further, looking down at the dress again. "thank you. i had to change my plan for the skirt a bit to work better with my chair, but i think it came out nice."

⚠️ got ate by a robot / being a bad listener lol

send me a ⚠️ with a reason my muse should be shamed

"instructions unclear, was told the robot was for me."

@trapton: “It’s not your future if you’re pretending to be somebody else.”

fear street 1994 starters / accepting

"don't you get it? i'm not pretending." she has no interest in carrying this franchise. she never did, and especially not after her accident. her future was far, far away from what her father's built. the very act of speaking against her father makes her feel sick, and as soon as she says it, it takes everything in her to not immediately retract it and say she's sorry, that of course she wants this. but she doesn't. she really, really doesn't. "doing this? that would be the pretending."

@trapton: ❛  don’t you believe me?  ❜ - springtrap

angsty question starters / accepting

once upon a time, she wouldn't have hesitated to side with her father, to believe everything he said. but that was a long time ago, before she saw him for what he was. she'd spent a long time wondering what she had done wrong to cause everything to happen, but looking at her father now, a rotted thing in his most prized creation, she sees it clearly. it was never on her. he did this himself. it was always on him.

"of course i don't. why would i? you're..." a liar. a killer. the reason everything fell apart. "you're a monster."

@bravevolunteer: visiting this place again after so much time is giving me whiplash

the past starters / accepting

She could definitely know what he means, looking around the abandoned diner. The original diner. The one where Evan got the injury that would kill him. "I can't believe they didn't tear it down." After so many years of sitting abandoned, it was still surprisingly intact. A few things missing or vandalized, no doubt it had become a popular spot for teens to break into and the company had taken some pieces to other locations, but otherwise, things were still mostly there. Faded and covered in dust, but there. "With the track record of tearing down and rebuilding, I mean." The company was certainly always eager to bury the bad parts of the past and use the rubble for profit.

She knows whatever she's feeling is nothing in comparison to whatever Michael is feeling. "You don't have to do this, you know. I can do it by myself." It being making sure there aren't any stuck souls still lingering in the location. She doubts there will be, with this having only been the beginning of everything, but they still needed to check.

@trapton continued.

she'd never been able to escape the shadow of her father's company. elizabeth had accepted what happened, she had been willing to put things behind her, but no one else seemed to be okay to let her move beyond that. and apparently, that included her father. a father she had thought was long dead. she never did really get to be free from this, did she?

of course she had to dig further into the rumors of the spirits still lingered through the restaurant. finding confirmations for things she suspected ever since her encounter with circus baby. each piece of information sending her further into the rabbit hole pun unintended, and closer to this. to whatever her father has become. or, maybe, the visual representation of what he's always been: a monster, an evil rotted thing impossibly connected to his creations.

she's thought a lot about what she would say to her father given a chance, but in the moment, all of that goes out the window. she's almost embarrassed at that being what she says. after all this time, that's what she asks. if he's sorry. she grips the pushrims of her chair, partially so she's ready to backtrack and get away at a moment's notice, partially to hide that her hands are shaking.

"them?" she questions, although she doesn't wait for an answer, "there is no them, it was only ever you. you started all of this. you didn't let me down, you ruined lives." her life, michael's, all the victims. once upon a time she would never have dreamed of talking back to her father, of using the tone she used now, but that version of her was as good as dead. truth was, she's angry, and this was the point where that finally boiled over.

her voice is quieter when she speaks again, "i know i can't save anyone. certainly not you." the damage had already been done. "i came here to stop this."

@ahsterism: “ it wasn’t your fault… ”

i repeat: what william does to a bitch / accepting

she doesn't meet her brother's eyes, instead keeping her gaze fixed on the ground. hands gripping the push rims of her chair to keep them from shaking. once upon a time, shortly after the incident, she wouldn't have hesitated to agree. she hadn't done anything, circus baby had just grabbed her. still, it had never been a perspective she had shared with anyone besides their father, who had insisted she not tell anyone the obviously false story.

after all, it hadn't happened like that, right? her father alternated in explanations for why her story was wrong, from her not remembering it correctly due to it being such an intense situation, to accusations of her outright lying. she'd gone against what he had said, after all. he told her not to go near circus baby, that much was true. was it that much of a stretch to assume she had done something to trigger circus baby's reaction.

"i don't know, michael." she shrugs a little. what else could she say? there's nothing anyone could say that would clear up the confusion she felt over the incident, over what she did to cause this. because surely she did something, right? "it doesn't matter, anyway."

@bravevolunteer: “ you don’t deserve the bad things that happen to you. you never did. ”

prompts for heavy hearted / accepting

She manages something between a smile and a grimace at the statement. She's not sure she believes that anymore. Surely she had to do something to cause everything. Even if it had just been that she hadn't been a good enough daughter to keep their father from snapping. None of it made any sense if she hadn't done something wrong. Besides, their father had always been quick to remind her about what she did wrong to cause this.

Still, how can she even begin to articulate that in a way Michael will understand. "Since when does anyone get what they deserve?" A moment where she breaks away from the typical optimism and pep she tried to keep up.

@slaughterlocked from here

If the scrambling to put things away strikes Elizabeth as odd, she doesn't say anything. Of course she doesn't. Because she wants to be close to him, she really does. After the incident, she first had been wary of her father, unsure what to make of what had happened. Slowly, though, especially after Michael left and it was just the two of them, her father's insistence on everything got to her.

After all, the one time she hadn't listened to her father, well...look what happened.

It had been a simple, childlike disobedience. Not meaning to go against her father, but...Circus Baby had called out to her. Beyond just being excited, well, even if she wasn't listening to him, she still trusted her father. Sure, maybe her father said don't go near her alone, but why would it be able to recognize her and call out if he still didn't want her near it? Maybe he had just fixed it quickly. How was she supposed to know it wasn't like that?

She smiles in return at his response, even if he's a little unsettling. Giving him a small chuckle. She pushes her chair into the room, momentarily getting stuck on the doorway, but then continues on. Knowing he wouldn't have made dinner or be in bed, but choosing to believe him. Like always.

"It's Friday, but I have it off. Workshop day. I just..." she looks her father over for a moment, "You were there last night, when I went to bed. You look...tired." Still concerned for him. She shifts back to the more peppier tone. "How about I make lunch? And...maybe some coffee?" Knowing there's no point trying to get him to sleep.

@bravevolunteer: [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare

nonverbal angst prompts / accepting

Elizabeth's had nightmares since Evan's death. After her own incident, they'd gotten worse. Not that she had ever expressed it to Michael. Look what he had done when Evan had shown that sort of fear, after all. She knows it hadn't meant to go that far, that Michael wasn't as terrible as their father said, but it still stays with her, of course. Comments about Evan being a crybaby and scared of everything even if he was echo in her brain any time she feels helpless in front of her older brother.

And if that had been the case when they were younger, when she first got injured, it was certainly the case now. Michael as an adult and her in her late teens. She had already felt the sting of embarrassment when her father was left to deal with it, attempted care thinly veiling his impatience over how it still affected her, even after all this time, even when she caused it. But with their father gone, Elizabeth's nightmares have only worsened, and it makes it worse to wake up and see Michael there.

Well, when she realizes it's Michael, at least. First thoughts driven by sleep and panic, still partially in her nightmare, attempting to push back push out, push away from the animatronic that has taken her whole against the hand on her. The second thoughts instead are of her father, in the poor lighting from the hallway. But her eyes adjust, and reason comes back into her head. Their dad's gone, it's Michael.

There are a few shaky breaths as she stares up at him, wide eyed. Scared of her dream or scared of him? Then, as if she can cover up what just happened, brush past it without acknowledgement, she starts to push herself into sitting, and then starts the process of getting into her chair.

"I just need some water, I..." voice quiet, not meeting his eyes. The most she wants to acknowledge it.

@bravevolunteer: 645

spotify wrapped meme / accepting / song: burden down, nine one one

"I'll keep fighting 'cause it's all I got." That much they have in common, for all their differences. Both of them having tried to go, to do something else. She never mentions to Michael how much being alone with their father had messed her up, how much it dug her into the hole their father had wanted her to be in. The thought of what might have happened if their dad hadn't passed when he did still makes her feel sick. Despite their attempts, both of them just got pulled back into it. And now, both of them trying to do something, anything to right their father's wrongs. Not just because it's right, but because...what else could they do? Clinging to the idea that her father was bad and wanting to fix everything is one of the few things that keeps her afloat some days.

"what else am i gonna do?" she asks, leaning back in her chair to try and alleviate some pain. as per usual, it doesn't really help.

💬 + you still love your father, even after what he put you and your family through.

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it. / accepting

Her eyes close for a moment, and she takes in a breath. "It's...not really as simple as it sounds." Which is to say, yes, that rumor is correct. "I hate what he did, not just to me and my family, to everyone. As for him..." Elizabeth's brow furrows a little. "I just...it's hard, to sort out the good from the bad sometimes. He was still my father, I never felt like he didn't love me. And the way he'd talk about everything, it felt...impossible not to believe him."

A pause, "I do still love him. Maybe that makes me stupid or a horrible person. I wouldn't lift a finger to help him," she hopes she wouldn't at least, "But I'm not sure I can be this hurt if I didn't love him."