I’m am off my Tumblr duties because I am heading of to America for the Holidays. I can’t wait to go to Disneyland. Which is every Disney Nerds dream place to be!!! So I won’t be on Tumblr for like… a month! So if you have any questions…. I won’t be here…. But anyway, I hope you all have a safe and happy Christmas and a Happy New Year.
She can’t believe they are doing this. Everything is happening so fast and she doesn’t know when did her joking respond turned into realty.
She doesn’t do things like this. Mulder does, though to give him some credit, he hasn’t pull something off like this for nearly a year. And at least this time she’s with him, and that should count for something, shouldn’t it?
Dana Scully doesn’t do well when nothing is planned. And Mulder’s words of don’t worry baby certainly doesn’t ease her worry, especially not when he’s singing it like he’s the sixth member of the Beach Boys while throwing her that moronic yet endearing look. Overly confident but not without a hint of reserve, he’s her favorite enigma.
“D-don’t we need to stop by your place?” Scully stutters a little and she thinks she’s allowed that.
“I can buy everything I need there; I only need to have you.” He flashes her an honest-to-God smile. “I feel like the only thing I need from my apartment is my toothbrush.”
“You can buy a toothbrush too.” She adds. “The hotel usually has them, however crappy and hard they come.”
“Scully,” he chuckles, “how do you know where we’re going even has a hotel?”
She looks at him as if all the energy has been drained from her hands and feet. The pure look of fear. “Mulder, if this turns out to be a case…”
Her warning tone doesn’t rattle him one bit. He looks as if she’s onto something, and soon, too soon, those plump and sexy lips disappear into a thin line, and Mulder knows he’s gone too far. “Just kidding. Relax. We’re staying at a hotel, I guess I can tell you that much. Langly booked the classiest one he could get his hands on.”
“Langly did the booking?” She asks with an arched eyebrow.
“Yep.” Mulder nods; he decides not to tell her why Langly owes him such a big favor that he has to heck into an airline database and a hotel system on such a short notice.
But they do stop by at Mulder’s place for a short moment, just to feed the fish and grab a few changes of clothes.
“Think they’ll have sunflower seeds?” He asks, and quickly laughs merrily: “Silly me, how would you know, you have no idea where we’re going.”
Scully pretends to throw him an annoyed look. She’s trying to enjoy this from the get-go, and if she keeps reminding herself, she can actually do it. Not knowing where they’re going, not knowing how many days, not knowing anything besides the fact that she’ll be spending some time off with Mulder. She does trust him, and if this is not the ultimate test of trust, what is?
Not knowing where, not knowing what, not knowing anything, just time. With Mulder. The man who believes in UFO parties and haunted houses and unicorns and sea monsters.
Oh boy.
“C’mon Scully, let’s get moving. I don’t want that plane to take off without us on it. Chop chop.” Mulder slaps his hand on his thighs while she’s still saying goodbye to the fish.
In and out of his place in less than 10 minutes. Their departure time is in an hour. Guess we’re really gonna do this, she muses.
Mulder tosses his bag in the backseat and smiles at her. Scully’s always amazed at how few things some men like Mulder can get by without some necessities—a feat neither of her brothers possesses. Mulder’s equally impressed at how quickly Scully can go at a drop of a hat; must be that Navy upbringing and her drive of always wanting to be prepared.
“Let’s get the show on the road, Baby.” He says and she swats his nose with her index finger. Mulder hopes she’ll keep doing that for the whole vacation.
He knows he’ll need to call Frohike about feeding the fish. The old man would snicker and reply, why don’t I just adopt them already?
Frohike’s really been a good sport about the whole thing. Mulder had expected jealousy, anger, resentment… But the old boy is really rooting for them with all his might.
It’s good to have friends and so good to have Scully. His best friend and lover. How did he get so damned lucky? He hasn’t ever looked forward to having a vacation since…forever.
It’s hard to get her to board the plane without seeing the destination, but he does it. Langly has suggested first class, but Mulder opts for privacy over the extra leg room and dining experience. They have a row to themselves without any seat neighbors, and he finds himself feeding Scully from airplane peanuts to dinner rolls to those mashed potatoes in a creamy mushroom sauce. Their little monitors have all been shut off, so Scully cannot see the flight map, and Mulder spends the majority of the seven-hour plane ride telling her remakes of mythologies from the Eastern Hemisphere.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” She says softly in his ear. “Tell me about the story of the huge golden ship again.”
He does. It does not surprise him that Scully likes the story about a ship on a great voyage.
They both fall asleep somewhere above the Atlantic, dreaming of nothing but each other.
Mulder wakes and turns on the monitor, hoping Scully will stay in slumber for a little longer. They are very close to their destination, and he feels so excited, like he was nine years old and visiting his Aunt Shirley in Louisiana for the first time.
“Hey Baby,” he mutters as Scully begins to wake up. The pilot must have turned on that magic to wake all the passenger up as he’s about to land. She moves to slide up the blind of the window to peek at the sky.
“Gosh Mulder,” I can’t believe we’re doing this…” She turns and sees that he’s right behind her, looking out the window as the plane descend.
He just whispers lowly into her ear, “Welcome to first our vacation, baby.”
Yep, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza is gonna be technically real soon. I’m gonna keep my eyes peeled for a Circus Baby’s dessert section when the menu goes live. Who knows? Maybe we’ll get an item like ”Afton’s Recommendation” or something.
And Now, A Rewritten Section of Scrap’s Solo Chapter 2
Been wanting to write this version of one particular scene ever since reading @calcium-cat’s One Small Dream. I guess consider this a perspective swap as well as an attempt of actually putting the song of choice in? ♀️
Anyway, if you want to compare and contrast, here’s the original chapter all ready to go. I have no idea if this rewrite is consistent with the rest of the work (since I just worked with this one section), so sorry if either of them are OOC to my own fic.
With all that out of the way, enjoy!
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“Would you please say the line to start?” Baby asked innocently. “That way I can get the music ready.”
Scrap-Trap sighed. He really was going to play this role, wasn’t he? “Fine, but only because you asked nicely” he answered, watching the other robot skate to a radio on another table nearby. His head ducked behind the curtain. Suddenly, the curtain pulled back just enough for Baby to see him. He took a deep breath, got himself into a proper Sally-like position, then bobbed his head as a mental cue. “Farewell, Liz,” he began somberly. “My dearest Elizabeth…” His voice trailed as he watched Baby’s eyes glowed brighter than usual. A lump in what remained of his throat started to form. Nevertheless, he pressed on. “Oh, how I hope my premonition is wrong.” he concluded, shaking his head both in and out of character.
Baby jolted out of her shock. She hurriedly turned on the device and pressed the play button. Her eyes shifted from the radio to her performer, who now exaggerated his shambling gait. Once he was in proper position (or what he thought was said position), he began to sing for her. “I sense there’s something in the wind,” she could hear him rasp as he mimicked the song’s choreography, “that feels like tragedy’s at hand.” Baby’s eyes widened at the change in his voice. It was only a little higher than usual, but this… frailness really took her aback. Not as much as hearing the name ‘Elizabeth’ uttered with such conviction,of course, but it still impacted her. He never sounded so sad before. At least, not when she was around.
Meanwhile, Scraptrap continued his re-enactment of the scene. He limped towards the center of the stage, stopping short of the imaginary gate that stood between him and his daughter. “And though I’d like to stand by her,” he sang, making sure he glanced at Baby when that last word left his mouth, “can’t shake this feeling that I have.”Allthe malice and bitterness he typically harbored faded away as his eyes drifted from her to the floor. In its place was left was what he felt yesterday. Fear, regret, doubts about himself ever being regarded as a father by Elizabeth again…
“The worst is just around the bend,” his voice faltered out, struggling to keep his real emotions in for at least one more line. His gaze shifted from the floor to the ceiling. In this strange state, he could almost see the starless night sky where a coffin-like sleigh should be flying across. “And does she notice my feelings for her?” he strained out, his one arm trembling as he traded the original pulling on the bars of the gate with reaching out to that unseen thing in the imaginary void. “And will she see how much she means to me?” His arm lowered along with his head. His eyes rested on Baby, who still watched him with the same curiosity and wonder she had many years ago. This caused him to wince before repositioning himself. “I think it’s not to be,” he followed up swiftly, a hint of somberness in his tone.
Now that his emotions were a little more… stable, his voice took on the serious yet imperfect tone that it was supposed to have. “What will become of my dear friend?” he picked up as he walked alongside the still-invisible ‘bars’. “Where will our actions lead us then?” He then mimed unlocking the gate. “Although I’d like to join the crowd in their enthusiastic cloud,” he sang as he swung open the ‘door’. His arm signaled both the opening of the gate and a gesture to the would-be audience. A flood of memories hit him in that moment. Performing as Spring-Bonnie many years ago, doing roughly the same pose for an entirely different scene. Singing to Elizabeth as a storm rumbled and roared outside his newer house. These, among many others, caused his voice to crack under the weight of lost time. “Try as I may it doesn’t last,” he croaked as he sat down on the edge of the stage.
It was at this point that he posed in a similar manner to his initial performance. This time, however, there was no doll to hold tight.“And will we ever end up together?” almost made him forego being in-character.It was all he could do to not look at Baby directly and break down in front of her. “No, I think not,” he sputtered out, gripping his broken arm. “It’s neverto become…”
Time seemed to slow during that one pause. The metallic rabbit hung his head. This was it. His main reason for feeling so vulnerable about to be exposed. The recorded orchestra winded down, as if to punctuate how important this moment was for him. He braced himself for impact, then sang the song’s conclusion: “For I am not the one.”Thankfully for him, his voice remained firm enough. A soft click from the radio served as the way for Scrap-Trap to completely return to reality. He lifted his head and stared right at Baby. “I told you my singing wasn’t very good,” he scoffed.
“But your acting was genuine,” Baby added. “Too genuine.” She lightly pushed herself her from the table and slowly glided to Trap’s side. “Daddy,” she said with her glowing pupils focused on him, “do you feel that way about me? That I don’t think you’re ‘the one’, whatever that means to you?”
Okay, Summer Games Fest is tomorrow. Considering that this is this year’s E3, I think I might be reporting/reacting more stuff from it. Maybe. We’ll see.
It’s short, but at least it explains what in the world Andrea’s going to be doing for a couple of weeks at this point of the story. Enjoy my attempt of trying to write for Andrea!
Hey guys, this is just a heads up that I’m not going to be very active on here for a while.
I’m not taking a hiatus or anything! I’m still working on the next OSD chapter, plus a couple other side projects, one of which is another dreamtale animatic. Hopefully I’ll be able to post something in a month (or three for the animatic lol).
As for you guys, I’ll make sure to pop in on the weekends to check in on you peeps and answer any asks that I can. So I won’t be dead, just a bit more on the down low for a while.
Thanks for understanding, hope you all are enjoying the summer so far!
Me before realizing that there’s gonna be a Dreamtale animatic: Oh cool! Can’t wait for the next—
Me right after realizing that there’s gonna be a Dreamtale animatic:
Okay, so there’s a State of Play coming out tonight. Unfortunately, I’m probably not going to be watching because I’m on vacation (and therefore, not being able to report on anything ASAP). If any FNAF news shows up at it while I’m gone—And, yes, I know that’s unlikely—reblog with a FNAF GIF idk.
If the off-chance of Purple Guy/Burntrap showing up happens (which feels even more unlikely), reblog with a dancing Purple Guy sprite. That way, I kinda know what happened without direct spoilers.
