I Feel Like Angels Have A Very Muted Color Pallet Compared To Like, Humans And Demons. It’s Repetitive

Un-Withered Bonnie and Spring Bonnie are up next. I wanted them to be somewhat similar to each other since they did exist at the same time right? Idk maybe they were cousins or something but yeah!

I wanted to give Bonnie that old animatronic sort of look with the plastic face and half-lidded eyes, roast cheeks and permanent smile. I wanted to do that with Spring as well but make him more of an actual suit. Might redesign them in the future

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More Cult Of The Lab HeadCannons!

_ NARINDER_

Goes by He/They/It

He’s a bi-disaster, canonically  

Before everything, he, Shamura, and Leshy were close. He was playful and patient and kind and liked to bother Heket a lot. 

His scythe was a gift from Kalamar and he adored it. 

One day though, Shamura got the prophecy, and that set Narinders anger in motion, destroying his love for his siblings 

Photosensitive and cannot handle bright things. The void was the hell of hell 

Narinder's attacks on his family were calculated and directed at what they loved most

He attacked Shamuras mind because he knew they loved to read and plan various things, Heket loved to sing so what better to take from her than her voice. Kalamar loved to listen to his follower's voices when they praised him but now he can’t hear and Leshy loved to find and collect shiny things to make art with so it’s best to take his eyes

Nari wasn't unaffected by this of course, throughout the years during his imprisonment, it drove him further off the edge and made him mad with anger, and made him even more manipulative and sadistic. 

On his first day in imprisonment, he told his cult to kill anyone that wasn't part of the Red Crowns faith. 

When that didn’t work he forced his sibling's undead followers to try and kill them after 200 years. 

And when that didn’t work he sat and cried. 

About 300 years into his imprisonment he started tasking people with his crown to make cults in his name and kill any of his sibling's followers

400 years in, he met Ratuu and Forunas. He loved Fornaus like no other and wanted to give her a wonderful gift. The gift being her sons. 

When Forunas gave birth he gave her a blessing to live forever healthy so she could see them again and took the twins after 6 years. While he cursed Ratuu with immortality to rot slowly for failing him and his sons. 

Clingy 

He loved and cared for his boys and took them under his wing, teaching them various spells, and curses and helped them perfect their physical abilities. He helped them channel their inner divine power and blood. But just like with his siblings, his anger from being trapped and them dying clouded his mind and slowly eclipsed his love for them. It turned to something warm and soft, but bitter and thin as time went on. It caused him to put them through inexcusable pain in the name of their survival. 

After the Lamb kicked his ass, he was forced to think about what he’s done and wishes he could take it all back. 

He never told Foranus what happened to her kits and he has yet to confront her. 

He does miss her company and still loves her. His fear of her hating him stops him from saying anything though. 

Aym was always his favorite. 

Every time he thinks about Baal or sees him, it causes a shock of pain in him. How did he not see his oldest hating him so much…?

He wants to reconcile with the boys. 

He has trouble lifting things after chains were wrapped around his arms for years. The Lamb usually helps him. 

Comic Update

Hello! Just an update for the comic. Im gonna be changing the title to something more fitting since its not gonna be the cult that's the main focus. The twins will be the main characters for part 1 of the comic. The new title is going to be 'Hold Thy Anger Close'

- Incorrect Security Breach Quotes -

Freddy: ..Men..are kinda hot...

Roxy: I think women are hot...

Chica: Women are hot!

Bonnie: They're both hot...

Monty: Everyone is hot!

Foxy: Why is IT SO FUCKING HOT IN HERE???

Incorrect Fnaf SB Quotes

Bonnie: So, Monty is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Foxy:..why??

Bonnie: Because he keeps fighting the RACCOONS! *Glaring at Monty*

Monty: Well don't come crying to me when one of em bites your cotton ass!

Twin Deaths (cotl au comic)

“Come on, I have my knives, you have your magic and we both have claws. We have weapons and we have a will! All we need is a goal!” Ba’al said putting a hand on their waist. Their brothers face was flat in a way that made Ba’al a little more desperate to convince him. They thought for a while before a sly smile found their way on their face. Slowly, with drawn out words they said, “And since we’re very much alive, why not travel? Or-”

“Travel?”

Ba’al immediately straightened their posture upon seeing his brother's ears twitch and his eyes light up at the notion. “Yes, that’s what I said.” They hummed, swaying lightly.

Aym spoke slowly with hesitation in his voice. “We..could travel. And if we travel..” Aym looked over at Ba’al to see the sweet smile they bore but Aym could see the smugness in their eyes. “We could find Mom. And if we find Mom we could…hang out. I would like that.” Ba’al’s smile softened and turned into something more genuine. “We could. She’d be so happy to see us- I’m sure she’d make us some of her homemade cookies. You loved those.”

The Sun twin breathed out a chuckle and rocked on their heels. Aym had nodded, fiddling with his cloak ends as he looked away from Ba’als gaze. The thought of a Aym as a little kitten devouring their mothers cookies brought a smile to both twins' faces. “So..?” Aym looked back over to his brother. The hanging word in the air did little to warn Aym of what Ba’al was trying to say. “Are we going?” Oh. The moon twin felt his face flush and mumbled something to his himself. Quickly and with practiced handwork, Aym straighted himself, flapping out his cloak and taking a stronger stance.

“Yes we shall go.” Ba’al mentally leaped up in the air and bounced on their feet. Grabbing their brothers hand they far too quickly rushed over to the trees and unfortunately caused the duo to trip. “Ba’al wait we- oaf!” Aym groaned at their siblings reckless behavior and looked over to see if they were alright. Thankfully they had sustained no injuries nor did they look any less excited (unfortunately). “What did you even trip over?” The question sounded more accusatory then what it meant but Ba’al very happily grabbed a bush off the ground and put it in his lap, ignoring Aym altogether.

“You haven’t met my new friend yet have you?” Ba’al asked, patting the bunch of leaves like it was some sort of pet. It took Aym several minutes to respond. “Have..Did you lose your head in that fall? We havent even been alive for an hour and youre already going off the rock-”

•Pop•

A chaser worm.

There was a chaser worm in Ba’als lap. It stared at Aym while slowly finding a comfortable spot in Ba’als lap. The bushy earthworm started to chitter and shiver from what Aym presumed to be joy. Blinking from his shock Aym kicked the worm harshly, knocking it away and he pounced only to be pushed down. He wiggled and writhed to look up at his brother with a baffled expression. “What are you doing?! That thing needs to be killed-It is a child of Leshy!”

“It’s okay! Look at him!” Ba’al got up off of Aym and rushed over to the trembling worm. The cat looked over the worm before shoving it in Aym’s face. “This is the friend I was telling you about!” They beamed as brightly as the sun. Aym looked at his twin, stunned even. A looks of disgust came upon Aym as he glared at his brother a little. “I- What the fuck.”

“What? He’s cute.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Whatever. We need to talk anyway.”

“About him? He does need a name. What about. Bushy? Wood? Seafoam-”

“No. Something of great importance.... seafoams cute though. Name him Widdle or something.” Aym rolled his eyes when Ba’als retort came along (somethin about how that thing was of great importance) but smiled at Ba’al regaining his joyful behavior. “Look. We need to focus-”

“What about Bumble?”

“Bumble? It is no bee. It is a bushy earthworm. A name of simplicity that reminds one of the forest would be better for it. Something like Sage. Or Briar.”

“Or Shrubby. Simple and woodland, just like you said.” The audacity one must have. For Ba’al to say such a thing- surely they’d know of the shake Aym felt in his core. Such a basic name- like a child! Sure it hit the qualifications he had set but Shrubby? Instead of calling out their siblings' lack of creativity he instead huffed and changed the topic.

“We will travel but there are more important things we need to do. Such as you promise that you will travel with me to all the lands.” He looked pointedly at his twin to make sure the older was paying attention. He was if his ears being pointed towards him meant anything. “And we need to find Him first.”

Ba’al reacted in the usual way they did whenever He was brought up into a topic. They froze for a second, tail twitched and eyes narrowed. But they did not speak a word. No, instead, he stayed looking at the worm in his arms but his tail was still and his ears were slanted somewhat. In fact Ba’al didn't gie Aym any other indication that they were listenitng other then the tells. His attention was seemingly on that filthy little worm that dozed off in his arms. Aym waited with growing impatience, his twins words.

Ba’al turned locking eyes with Aym. “To find him, we need to find others. Neither of us know where we are exactly or where to look, so, find the person we know who can help us.”

New Narinder Headcanons

So I played around in the Relics DLC and I gotta say, wow. So anyway, have some headcanons while I work on the damned comic.

_ NARINDER_

Goes by He/They/It

He’s a bi-disaster

Uses his tail to stim 

Before everything, he, Lashy and Shamura were close. 

His scythe was a gift from Kalamar and he adored it. 

He was kinda an asshole

One day though, he got tired of the same old things happening and wanted to try something new, something controversial 

So he made the Resurrection Ritual and that set everything in motion 

His siblings feared this and they couldn’t understand why he was so a okay with it

It caused them to shun him and make him do things he didnt want to do without realizing

Photosensitive and cannot handle bright things. The void was the hell of hells 

Narinders attacks towards his family were calculated and directed to what they loved most

He attacked Shamuras mind because he knew they loved to read and plan various things, Heket loved to sing so what better to take from her than her voice. Kalamar loved to listen to his followers voices when they praised him but now he can’t hear and Leshy loved to find and collect shiny things to give his siblings so it’s best to take his eyes

Nari wasn't unaffected by this of course, throughout the years during his imprisonment, it drove him further off the edge and made him mad with anger. 

It didn’t help that the chains holding him were so tight and filled with divine energy it burned the flesh off his arms

His first day in imprisonment he told his cult to kill anyone that wasn't part of the red crowns faith. 

When that didn’t work he forced his siblings undead followers to try and kill them after 200 years. 

And when that didn’t work he sat and cried. 

About 300 years into his imprisonment he started tasking people with his crown to make cults in his name and kill any of his siblings followers

When it hit 400 years, he met his first host and gave them the crown to create a cult in his name and kill the Four Bishops

This failed many times with the vessels either being too weak, lazy or overcoming with power and thinking themselves a god. 

When it hit 800 years,he finally calmed down enough to actually make a proper plan. 

He didn't even know about Foranus 

When the twins popped up in his domain, he was quite startled. Despite him being death itself he was never pleased when young children died.

Out of pity he took the twins under his wing, teaching them various spells, curses and helping them perfect their physical abilities. He bent and shaped them to his will. He didn't want to make them mirrors of himself, but he didn't want them to have to much individuality.

Though with them keeping him busy, it did lessen his anger. Only a little.

He put them through unspeakable pain in his name. He made them fight each other and harm innocents till he thought them worthy of veils.  He gifted them both with the power of Nine Lives.

He doesn't regret it. 

Children or not, pain is necessary for gain.

After the Lamb kicked his ass, he was forced to think about what he’s done.

He misses his siblings and wishes they were still around.

He knows he has to tell Foranus what’s happened to her kits eventually. 

He doesn't the twins that much. He’s annoyed with them, disappointed even. 

How dare they call themselves attendants of Death and be beaten by a 3-foot-tall lamb? 

He has trouble lifting things after chains were wrapped around his arms for years. He refuses to get help. 

The Lamb helps anyway.  

When the Lamb brought the twins back he promptly told them to never speak with him and go explore or something.

His relic is Narinders Arms, he doesn’t know where it is 

Does eventually end up in a relationship with the Lamb. A healthy one. 

Is called: Lord Narinder, The Old Death, and The Lambs Pet by cult members. But is called Darling and Love by the Lamb

Comic Update

Sorry this is taking so long, I've been trying to balance school and doing this comic digitally. I promise as soon as I finish, I'll post the next page