"ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ." ғɴᴀғ ᴏᴄ. ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ #ᴏᴘᴜʟᴇɴᴛ. ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴏᴛᴛᴇ's ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ's ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ; ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ. ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ. ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ. ʀᴛ?

with William gone, he should probably at least send @AFTONMISTRESS an apology note for his actions. perhaps, pin it the burnt ruins of the pizzeria .

i might be a killer but i don’t want to become a monster.

> and starts to inspect her throughly with concern .

> eli stands up as fast as he could without stumbling or falling over. not caring much, for his own health at the moment as he hurries over to her. “are you hurt? did he hurt you? are you okay?” A million different questions, spill from his mouth. while, he pulls her close >

once, Elizabeth would make her way out there to join him. Eli, was knelt to the ground coughing hard. a little dizzy, at the moment from whatever control connection snapped between him and william when the spring bonnie suit crushed him one last time. hearing her, approach >

> possible. “let’s hurry and get out of here.”

> cause a coughing fit. it become really apparent, what was going on when he saw the flames roaring towards them. Thinking quickly, he wrapped an arm around her waist to help stabilize her. as he starts to guide them both, down the hallway towards an exit as quickly as >

> In his arms, he was holding a very thin and weak Elizabeth. feeling, his mechanical heart skip a beat once he realized it was her and she was okay… well sort of. “Elizabeth…” He whispers, brown eyes widen with shock. until, one little cough slips from him and starts to >

> hand up and using his telekinesis to help whoever or whatever was struggling out of the situation. that’s when, the alarms and sprinklers were set off. and luckily, he got the person because circus baby spring locked the minute water got in there. >

> own chest. Then and there, because there wasn’t a world he wanted to be in alive. Without, michael in it with him. so, here he was standing there motionless and in his own head. until, he heard the noises of struggling beside him. whipping his head around, lifting his right >

> the images of him, being carved up from the inside out and the sounds of his screams. It was seared, into Eli’s mind like a third degree burn wound. If it wasn’t for, the mysterious and literal control william had over him. he would’ve torn out, his new heart from his >

> past month under William’s control. as he stood there, in the original pizzeria back hallway. his thoughts, began to drift away again… to michael. oh michael, the very person that made any of this worth while anymore. the only thing, that held Eli together anymore. >

> most recent surgery. where, william ‘updated’ and ‘modified’ the heart and went a little further this time. to make Eli, the ultimate weapon … one that couldn’t refuse orders when given them. No matter how much, they went against his morality and a lot of them did for this >

eli, has never been the most healthy boy and it’s been that way since his birth. when, he became bed ridden and william ‘saved’ him by replacing his own natural beating heart with one that was constructed of various cogs and metals. that, started to fail and then came the >

https://t.co/2Act3xF2D0

he’s so tired and hungry. but, he can’t bring himself to eat or sleep, so he’s throwing things and old animatronic parts around with his newly programmed telekinesis.

(@guiltedson)

𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ; 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯

> welcome to your chicken nuggets.”

exhaling, a big breath slowly as he turns in the swivel chair to look at the other. under eye circles, dark and prominent on his pale skin. not to mention, he was still aching terribly from whatever modifications he made. since, there was no aftercare. “Not hungry, you’re >