B0y-of-the-st4rs - Ominous Lamp

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One day I wore a pair of brown (textured) sweatpants that are really comfy with a cozy sweater that has a rabbit on it and I took it off to reveal a fnaf security breach sun and moon shirt from hot topic and some person said “you are literally my autism personified” and I think that is the greatest compliment I have ever received

This is the unused journal page that I found the most interesting and finally I was able to figure out what it says.

“Mabel could not think of a single doll that the old woman didn’t own. A sad sigh came from behind us as our host entered the room carrying a tea set. She told us that Mabel was correct - she had a complete collection of every doll in the entire world. What would an avid collector do without anything to collect? My sister suggested that there would be new dolls in the future. The woman said there would be nothing new until fall: what was she to do until then?

As my sister stammered, I turned towards the Gideon doll. It was just as creepy as the real thing. Mabel admitted she had no solution but would help in any way she could. The old woman cooed, “I know you will my dear!”, just then I noticed the Gideon doll shaking and sweating. It was as creepy as the real thing because it was the real thing!

I ran across the room and knocked the tea cup from Mabel’s lips. The old woman knew I was onto her. She lunged at me and pinned me to the ground underneath her. She poured tea from the tea pot onto my face while trying to force my mouth open. Mabel watched us, totally confused.

Just then the Gideon doll fell from the shelf and hit the ground. One of it’s button eyes fell of revealing a the human eye of Gideon Gleeful underneath. He was struggling to break free of some sort of spell. I knocked the tea pot from the old woman’s hands and Mabel knocked her out with an oversized sock monkey.

Mabel put the sock monkey under the old woman’s head like a pillow and we both carried Gideon out of the parlor of terror. We left him in a basket on the Gleeful’s front porch. I’m sure the spell will wear off, though I think Mrs Gleeful would like her boy better if he stayed immobile.

One more note. We went to the police and dragged Sheriff Blubbs and Deputy Durland to the site of the creepy old Victorian. We found an empty lot instead. Then I realised we were one street over from Parpan place, we walked over found the house and had the old lady arrested. “

IF YOU HIT YOUR KIDS YOU ARE A MONSTER AND I AUTOMATICALLY DONT TRUST YOU.

END OF STORY.

DONT HIT YOUR FUCKING KIDS. IT HARMS THEM IN THE LONG RUN, GO FUCKING RESEARCH IT.

Once I don’t have to take anymore tests or quizzes, it’s over for you all.

Prompt;

In the episode Gideon rises, when everything goes wrong. The twins are going to go home, Soos and Wendy are out of work, and Stan is losing the only people that care about him, and the chance to get his brother back.

Tw; suicidal thoughts and plans under the cut.

Stan’s in shambles. He’s lost the only people that make his stupid life worth living. He’s back to being homeless. He’s old, he doesn’t think he can go through that again. So, he plans on ending it all once the twins get on the bus to go back home. The night he plans on doing it, unfortunately, his plans get cut short when Bill shows up.

Alternatively;

Stan goes to Fiddleford.

Yada, yada, you guys do the rest. Anyway, it’s just an idea if any of you want it!

the edit itself

this edit is getting taken down from tiktok every time someone reuploads it, its straight up censorship at this point

Im not even american but im having a great time with this

DONT LET THIS DIE

credit to miraculousgastropod for the original

I will not fuck you, but I will fuck you up.

Happy Asexual day!!!

Hate it when people make fun of fanfiction.

Like, do you not partake in your particular interests through talking and other forms of media? I’m doing the same fucking thing except I’m writing. This thing that I do brings me joy in a world with so little and you have the gall to call me weird? Bug off and grow up.