Julius

The full graphic isn't out yet,

(left is Reed, right is Julius)

When I saw this on Instagram, I started laughing

(I hope I don't get attacked for this)

I like him and all, but he got a few errors around.

With the scene of locking Julius, did he ever give any thought? Why didn't he think about the exoskeleton Julius built and what's gonna happen? What if it's dangerous? What if it kills Julius? Why did he do NONE of that?

Although, it could be justified since he probably did it out of impulse (maybe his anger took the best of his fairness?)

And the noises. He ignored the noises. He never even bother to fully investigate and check if it was Julius. Or maybe he just isn't clear if it's dangerous since it is possible it could be his imagination.

And lastly, why didn't he tell his friends? Why didn't he tell his friends about what he did? Is he afraid of what they would think?

Maybe this could cut it??

I'm not sure but I don't care. The story was an interesting reed though.

There are errors, and I don't hate him. But I do not condone his actions, no one should. A teenager does not deserve to die.

There are just my thoughts.

No really, it so similar. The plan Jessica and Brittsny has is just what Julius wanted to do with Reed. Just that it a springlock suit.

No, you are not reading TBW again, your reading its ripoff

The Breaking Wheel but it is with a girl

I dont even know

Don't check this out if you don't like body horror and disturbing images

I'm surprised there isn't much more fanart of this story,

I mean-

It's pure nightmare fuel, the first time I read this book, I have a heart attack.

I couldn't sleep for days and I just keep my windows locked.

I kept everything in my house locked because of this and I always look up to the ceiling.

It is chilling, fucking scary. Probably the more gruesome and goriest story I ever read.

Took me 2 weeks to get over it.

But I see why people didn't draw it since it is pretty difficult to draw a character like him and it has graphic imagery.

Still, this story fucking scares me, it's the darkest, most terrifying scare factor I ever read

So I have this nightmare where Julius was crawling in my hallways and I woke up with cold sweat.

And then there was a weird dream about Alec turning emo and then Lonely Freddy just died

Then a dream where I was in school and then Devon came out of nowhere and terrorize the school with his fucking Ak-47, I ask him why he did that.

His reasoning?

"I'm doing this for Heather's attention?"

And then where that What We Found music video by Dawko comes out except, Micheal appears.

Maybe I should take a break

All of season one on my page

Chapter fourteen/Chapter Fifteen/Chapter Sixteen/Chapter Seventeen/Chapter Eighteen/Chapter Nineteen/Chapter Twenty/Chapter Twenty-One/Chapter Twenty-Two/Chapter Twenty-Three

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Gregory had never been into the locked room next to Kelsey. Michael didn’t let him in. Kelsey and Alec refused to answer his questions.

So it was time he snuck in.

Gregory grabbed a hair pin from Vanessa’s hair kit. She was moving into her boyfriend’s house. Luis was his name.

He was surprisingly good at picking locks. In fairness, he broke into the pizzaplex after all.

The room was dark. It had a single bed in it. The walls were empty.

In the center of the room, was a mangled, exoskeleton with a corpse inside. Bent in ways no human should be bent.

And then it saw him. It’s blank eyes staring at him.

“DAD!” Gregory ran to find his father. He sprinted down the stairs and tackled his father on the couch.

“You ok, Greg?”

“The… The locked room. Something’s in there! It—”

“You okay kid?” The thing crawled down the stairs and attempted to stand up.

“Oh… That’s Julius and Reed.”

The creature waved.

“Julius and Reed?” Gregory asked.

“Julius got killed by his exo-suit and killed Reed for revenge,” Mike explained.

“Now I’m stuck with him,” Julius said.

“You have him living in your house!” Gregory asked.

“I’m trying to help them out. This is what I do. Like Alec and Kelsey, I like helping people screwed up by Freddy’s.”

“Don’t you have a job?”

“Yeah. But this is more of a hobby. I like helping people. I always have.”

“It’s his way of ‘making up for the bite’,” Kelsey added.

“Well yeah. You think murder is so easily redeemed?”

“You made up for your crimes after the fire at Fazbear Frights!”

Gregory hugged his dad. “Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Hey!” Julius cried. "I'm not an it! I'm a he!"

Michael smiled. “I knew you would get scared.”

Gregory smiled. “No more lying?”

“Maybe…”

So, I wrote a little epilog. A little wrap up for this series. I'll post it either later today or tomorrow (depends on how the logs go). Sorry, I just lost steam and want to focus on something else, a little ditty called the Trial of Montgomery Gator or The Trial of Michael Afton. Two different stories, I just haven't decided which one to do.

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Into the Pit/To Be Beautiful/Count the Ways/Epilogue 1/Fetch/Lonely Freddy/Out of Stock/Epilogue 2/1:35 AM/Room for One More/The New Kid(pt. 2)/Epilogue 3/Step Closer/Dance With Me/Coming Home/Epilogue 4/Bunny Call/In the Flesh/The Man In Room 1280/Epilogue 5/Blackbird/The Real Jake/Hide and Seek/Epilogue 6/The Cliffs

Warning for gore: It's the Breaking Wheel

Pickle and Shelly looked around for Reed. “I’m checking the second floor,” Pickle told his sister.

He was horrified by what he saw.

Reed was bloody and messy. His bones had been beaten. His limbs had been cut at the connections to the torso. His head had been twisted and sliced, barely attached to the body like the limbs. His joints had been twisted unnaturally, like a zigzag. His eyes had been stabbed out, now just pools of blood. His mouth had been sliced ear to ear, like a sick smile.

Pickle screamed. “Shelly! SHELLY, REED’S DEAD!”

His sister ran up the stairs. “What do you mean he’s-JESUS CHRIST!”

Pickle hadn’t noticed the twisted exoskeleton on his bed. A fleshy mangled human trapped inside a robotic suit. Like the animatronics in Freddy’s, but the costume ripped off. He was barely recognisable, nothing but a pile of broken bones, flesh and blood.

Shelly ran back down the stairs. “I’m calling the cops.”

When the cops arrived, they checked the bodies. They took some DNA samples to help identify the fleshy mess on the bed.

And somehow, they thought Pickle did it. So they took him into the station. Shelly could barely contain it.

Reed slowly woke up. Where was he? What was going on?

Julius sat crisscrossed in front of him. “What are you doing here?” Julius asked.

Reed was happy he looked somewhat recognisable. He was covered in wounds, his hair was practically dyed red in blood, and he held his arms in pain, but he still looked human.

Reed had been in similar condition. His hair was coated in blood, his bones ached, he felt pain everywhere. His eyes hurt, his jaw felt disconnected.

“What? What’s going on?”

“Oh. Right,” Julius leaned closer. “I won. And for my prize, you will be my slave.”

“What the heck? What’s going on?” Reed felt concussed, maybe all that blood loss had messed with his head.

“You moron! I KILLED YOU! And now you are trapped in this suit with me. So I might as well make you my slave.”

“Slave? Why would I be your slave?”

“Because I’m in control of this suit. And I’m going to make it hurt, even more than it already does. So, you're my slave now! Or do you want to know what true pain feels like?”

Reed was too dazed to really consider the thought. Slave? To Julius? He never wanted that.

But his brain wasn’t working. So he just said, “ok.” It even took Julius by surprise, but he was pleased.

“Good. Now, as your first order-”

Julius noticed Ory come into the room with Pickle’s remote control, Shelly shortly behind him.

“Don’t,” Shelly told her brother. “That thing killed Reed. Mess with it and it will kill you too.”

“I thought Pickle killed Reed,” Ory said.

“That’s what the cops think, but I know he didn’t. Now let's leave.”

Shelly grabbed a few boxes and left.

“What’s going on?” Reed asked.

“They’re moving,” Julius said.

“Can we check on my family?” Reed asked.

“Absolutely not! Slaves aren’t supposed to have families.”

“But, my sister and dad.”

Julius crosses his arms. “It has to be quick.”

Julius took Reed out of the house and into the woods, so no one would see. When they crawled back out, they were behind Reed’s house.

“Alex! DAD!” Reed shouted. Julius was realizing he was slowly regaining some sanity. Slowly. Julius estimated it would take maybe a few weeks. How much blood had he lost?

Alexa stepped onto the back deck. Julius and Reed hid behind a tree.

Reed’s father hugged her. “I’m sorry Alexa. I’m sorry I’m not a good father. I’m sorry your mother is gone. I’m sorry,” he sniffled, “I’m sorry your brother is gone.”

Reed stared blankly at his family. Julius actually felt worried for him.

“Your family is mourning your death. My family wouldn’t.”

Reed looked at Julius. “What’s wrong with your family?” Reed asked.

“What would you like to know, punk!” Julius yelled.

Reed hadn’t recovered yet. It had been thirty years.

Reed still stared off into the distance, still obeyed Julius, possibly out of fear or the eternal concussion.

Julius and Reed were suddenly shoved into the wall. The boys writhed in pain.

“Who the fuck did this!” Julius shouted.

A man stood in the doorway. He had short brown hair, deep purple skin and dark blue eyes. He wore a white button up shirt, jeans and boots. He held Ory’s remote control.

“Put that down!” Julius shouted.

The man smiled. “My name is Michael. I’m trying to help people like you two who have been screwed up by these damn animatronics.”

“So, you want to help us?” Reed asked.

Michael nodded.

“Prove it!” Julius shouted, still mad at the controller.

Michael threw the remote on the floor and stepped on it. Pieces flew everywhere.

“Thank you,” Julius said, surprised. “I guess we can trust you.”

“Doesn’t he have a say in this?” Michael asked.

“Shut up, grape man! He doesn’t have a say.”

Michael brought his hand up to his ear. Julius blinked and suddenly he was Caucasian.

“Why doesn’t he?”

Julius leaned in closer. “I think I gave him a concussion when I killed him, and now he’s just kinda brain dead.”

Michael nodded, apparently not bothered by murder. “Ok, both of you. In the truck.”

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