Gets Really Scared Because What If There's Something To Be Afraid Of

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Beloved headcanons would be ones that genuinely make sense or add to a character in a way that could not be explored in the game. (Likely highly debated)

This also means no changes to the story: this includes character death(s), mistakes, or Sal's dreams. (Would come with proper tags & warnings)

The only alterations would be converting any dialog with game mechanics to something that makes sense. Essentially tailoring a game into writing.

[Please reblog so this can reach as many people as possible before the poll ends <3]

‘Grew up hard, fell off harder’

eddie munson softly playing a totally sick drum solo on your belly. you glare at him, and he suddenly remembers that you’re sensitive about your belly… so he manhandles you, flips you over so that you’re now laying on your frontside, and resumes his absolutely epic drum solo on your ass.

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I love the “Steve has good parents, they’re just not on camera.”

Mom edition

Dustin is crawling in through the window. He freezes halfway through the window when he makes eye contact with Steve’s mom.

“Sweetie who is this small curly haired child breaking into our house?”

“That’s Dustin.”

“Okay?”

“I’ve adopted him as my brother.”

“Hello new son?”

…

Steve’s mom comes home to find Joyce on her couch, Steve talking very excitedly to her.

“What’s Joyce doing here?”

“Hey mom, meet mom.”

“Two moms and you still can’t avoid getting concussed every year?”

“Neither of you are very good at your job.”

…

“Mom!” Steve’s mom turns at the voice and finds a small redhead looking at Steve.

“Yes Max?”

“Can you take me to the arcade?”

Steve groans, pulling out some of the allowance that his mom had just given him and handed it to the little girl.

“Lucas too?”

“Yes, now scram.”

“Mom?” Steve’s mom asks.

“I’m not sure how that happened either.”

…

Eddie shows up on their doorstep with a bunch of half burnt cookies.

“I’m here for Steve.” He says simply to the bewildered mother staring at him.

“Okay.” She turns back towards the inside of the house. “Steve your boyfriend is here.”

“Did Steve tell you?”

“No, but god does my boy have a type.”

My brain works like this

My sweet sweet doe with your big eyes and your sharp teeth, I will feed your hollow chest and aching soul. I see your hands sinking into my chest as you open me up and clean the flesh off of my bones. I listen to the sound of my ribs cracking under your teeth as my marrow becomes one with yours. I hold you as you curl up inside me, holding my heart as i bleed all over you.

Null.

Do not leave ambient music alone with me I will move to another plane of existence.