(So

Uh.

I got annoyed at the lack of any Plushtrap blogs (That I’ve seen.)

so guess what i did)

lucy-the-doll

the red marbles of its eyes stay locked on the couple, not one bit of it’s body appearing to shift as heavy static encompasses them, drowning the man’s shouts into incomprehensible barks of sound.

”̷̢̝̖̻̣̣̻͜ỳ̨͉͍͚̭͙̭͜O͎̰͡u̧̲̖̳̣̣̦͜͝ ̙̤ͅD̰̲̦̙͇̣̥͢r̛͎̼̬E̢͙͔͖̯̻a͖͕̞͇̘̦͉D̫͕̝͙͇̱̩͢ͅͅ ̷̨͕̰͕̜̖̹͟h̷̪̩̭̪̰̣͘ͅI̞̹̲͎̦̙͓͞ͅm̨͚͖͟͜ͅ.͞͏̱͉̗͍̹.̨̢͙̭̯͟.͎̜̩̫̰͠”̵̸͕͔̝̗̝̳͍͞

(what the ballsack is happening

i neglect the shit out of this blog and log in about once every two months

and yet i always come back to about thirty new followers

how

how is this happening

did someone really popular promo me

i’m

i’m flattered but i’m so confus)

>>(THE MaNgLE)

█ ▌ “̻͇̱̻̖.̮.̳͕.̹̙͕̱Į̣̤̺̯̩̠ ͏̲̮H͠ͅA̦͙̥̞͉̘̦V̳͎̼̝̙̭ͅE̝͍͡ ͓̻̠͇̣͞N͔̝O̢̥̞ ̰̗̦̠̲͙̺Ṇ̭AM̫̦͈̣̲̰͠E.͇ ͎̦̟̪B̬̤̣̞͡U̞͚̥͎̗̲̕T͕ ̯͔̞̗͍ͅI̷͓̰̥̼̮̩̪F̧͓ ̟̣̤̠̲̺Y̟̟O̰Ṷ͎̲͠ ͚̙͎F̞̱̼̮͍̻͈I̯͇̱̹̥̗ͅN̮̦D͜ͅ ̸̭̹̱̮͇S͢O҉̼̹̩̝̞M̤͙E̟̩̟͡ J҉̦ͅO̹Y̲̖̦̹ ̴̥͇͍̗̣Ḭ̢̹N̶̻͙̥ ̨̟̣͔͎̱̭͇C̳̺͔͙̬̕ͅA̩̭͖̟̻͉͢ͅL͖͢L͙̪͝I̠͉͕̺̥͕Ń̳̟͙̯G̙̦̫͍͝ ͜M̞̰̤̳̼̣̳̀E̶̪̹͇̬̩ ̡̤̲͚͈̼̪̰T̹H̤̘A̜͈͚̳̟͓͢T͇̠̮̻.͙̟̳͙̰ ̣͔̳̝̟̜ͅV̢̰͇̻̥̘̞̬E̠͎͈͕͟R̕Y̲͍͡ ̠̜̲͟ͅWE̶̻͕̖̝͖L̝L̦͈̝̬̪͍ͅ.̺̥͉̻͍”͚͓̲̼̻̟̝

>>[CHLOE]

█ ▌ there’s that laugh again. more like a cackle, this time. the projection of someone you certainly should not approach of your own free will.

“̟͔W̷̻̞̙H̢̜̫̙Y̷̻̥̠̬̙ Ḏ̠̦O̧̝̲̞̜N̙͕̪͜’̧͉̠̘Ṯ̡͚̣̝͔̦͙ ̲͙̺YOÙ̼̟̳͉̗͎ ̙̭Ć̱̗͈̯̣̥̼O͙̥̲̖̻ME҉̝̠̜͇̟͚͙ ͕͜O̯̲͇͕̞͉̼͝UT͏̰̦̣,͕͖͉ ̛A͈̠͈ͅN̯͓̦̺̩̗D̯̝͖̟̣ ̸̞̗̲S͙̰E̛E̱,͈̦͕͉͎͎͞ ̗͉C̷̰̦̪͙̰͚̙H̨̞̣͙͕ͅL̯ͅO̵̭̮̱̺͇̳E̷̟ͅ?̝͓͙̺”

(*beATRicE}//)

█ ▌ the legs of the bed thud against her floor as fists too strong to be any average woman’s pound at the mattress, as if trying to punch through to her. Shaking the frame.

     ▌ ▌ ▌ ▌ ▌ ▌ “͖̻̮͜YO͏͔͚̗̮̙U͝ ̠͔D̘͕̭͓͇O̦̕N̜̭͈͘’̣̮̞͟T̼̱̥̼̟̹ ̵̣̺̣̪̗G͎̪̪͇E͎̼̪͉T̡͙͓̞̮̗ T̥̱̖͔̭̭Ơ̤ ̠M͚A̤K̮̖̤̺̹E̼̙̖ ͔̱͢I͈̼T̷̳̫͍ ͉͓͞T̪H̞̕I̙̖͍S͜ T̤̗̯͇I̲͚M̩E̛͉̠̲̱͍̜,̞͈̠͙͡ ̶͉̟͍̺̼̫͈B͎̝̹͖Ę͇A̤̘͖̹̞̯T͖͍͚́R̡̠͚̱I͓̱C̸E̦̻͇͓̗͍̳.͖̗̗̝͖͡”̵̥̗ ▌ ▌ ▌ ▌ ▌ ▌

the shaking sound isn’t just shaking. fuck. something wrong is ambient throughout the room. that could easily be called demonic.

but it doesn’t persist forever. minutes pass before the sound cuts off. sharper than just stopping. everything’s abruptly as still and silent as if nothing had ever been there.

(//:LUCILLE#)

█ ▌The deadly, metallic construct of its claw flexes, its owner gazing down at it with glossed-over eyes, as if unaccustomed to common, human movements. 

Before its palm slides under her tiny hand, elongated fingers awkwardly curling over it, obviously taking great pains not to cause her injury.

Her mother and father are glancing over from time to time, the looks on their faces barely wavering, before returning to their most likely uncomfortable conversation. Domestically, humanly uncomfortable. Aside from their peculiar thing of a daughter holding up her hand for no visible reason, it’s obvious that they can’t see a thing.

The other children around them are a different story. Space has formed around the poor girl’s bench, as if she’s radioactive. Several have run sobbing into their parents’ arms, babbling some nonsense about monsters—

— but, only some. It was with that little girl. Not hurting her. She was smiling up at it, like a friend. Mommy and Daddy always did say looks can be deceiving.

✠ (͍̙t͚͔̗͍w͘i̦͙͖̜ş̞TE̹͉̱̖̦̺D̳̘͔ ͍̠̣f͎͕̗O̴̥͔̭̝ͅx҉͚̠͉̖̻͕)͖̞̀

(.̪ͅ.͍̱͖͖̞͇.̺̗͎̼I͔ A̺͎̤M͍͈͓͇͉ ̼͉͖N̬̰̜O͉̖̻̳̥̤̙T̲ ̻Y͚̳O͙̫U̺̥̭͖̠̦͖R͓̖ ̪̫̠͎̤͓̺D̝̜I̦N͈N̪̘ͅE̫̯̝Ṛ̱͎̭̫,͕̹͎̦͍ͅͅ M͇A̟R͍̗̘͎G͔̟̬̱A̪̥R͙̳Ḙ̼̯͇̪̣T̟.̣̭̙̼̠ ̦͚̹͈͔N̬̗O̯̫̟̱R͓̫͇͙ AN O̠̣ͅB͖͙̰͖̦̱J͓̞̟̰͍͔̯E̻̞̼̺̞ͅC͈͖̣̳̙T͇͙ ̞O̼͈F̬̼̠ ̯Y̻̖OUR͓ ̹͖̠A̫F̝͕̞̩F̟̗̖̼̭E͙̭̹̹̗͉̠C̼͎̳̗͚ͅT͇̟̹I͇̰̰̣͉O̺̠̼̘̮̲N͙̹̟̜̭S̼.̜̲)

█☠ ☠ ☠ ▌ Regardless, its words are backed by something much like a low, rumbling purr.

█☠ ☠ ☠ ▌

“̶̱̬͚͔̜...Ì͖̪̼-̶̮̠̱̭͉̯I͖̠̟͍̙s͟ ͚̣̗̞̫̦̱t̲͉̭hȩ̫̙̲̘͚r̭̹̳ḛ̘ ̣͉̳͖͡a̖͕̝͈̟͚n̡̪̬-͟n̖-̲n̞͟ ̴̮̼̝̗ͅEX́P̲͙̩̣̜̺L̲A̭͍̮̹N͎͉̜̫̲A̝͇̗͙T̯̰̦̺̦̘͟I̦̞̝̭̖̦͜O̼̱̖̟̼̩N͏ ̰͝f͉͇̮̩ͅo̢̠̯r͇͍̪̯͙ ̨̘̖w-̻̕w͔̳̳͎̥͉ḥ̨̰̯̟a̭̙̜t͎e̻̬͖̺͕̮̟v̝e̶̱̱̭͖ͅr̹͉͍̥̣̺̳ ̰i̤t͈̜̹̖ ì̪̗͈̝s̻̜̭̜͜ ̦̪͠y̘̭-̕y̠̳̖̳̟̘̲-͎̻̹y̦͎͖̣ͅo̷̺̰̟̘u̖͇̳͍̠ͅ ̤͠a͉̥ṟ̛̪e͓̥̫ ̹̫̟̼͖̥D̶͖̩͔̥ͅ-̥͍̮ͅD̡͈̦̠͎̣̬o̪͓͇̟I̷͙̪̜͈Ń͈̣̺̻̦̪G̡͕?́”̛͈̥̭̩ͅ

s-orry-out-of-o-o-rder​

█☠ ☠ ☠ ▌

 it doesn’t say a thing. though one could swear its horrific fanged grin grows even wider.

                       a heavy, rattling– it’s breathing. why would it need to–– ?

the already faulty fluorescent lights flicker heavily, dying out and plunging the room into complete darkness for several interspersed seconds. then, it’s brightened again. 

             and. it’s gone (for) now(?) Right? It can’t be seen. Is that an improvement?