Hopei
Active Member
This fear didn't come from fnaf, or that csi ep, or an otherwise bad experience with them, and not at all directed at the performers.
I realised I had this fear when healthy Harold the giraffe visited my school when I was 5. Even while keeping my distance I could tell someone was in the suit, I could see their siluete behind a visor, disguised as a spot. Did he live in it? Was he damed? Eatten? All these questions swarmed my puerile mind as he steped out of his tour bus, but once his fluffy black hoof touched gods good earth, I witnessed the true evil. My fellow children took notice too, and like flies to baboon shit swarmed the suit, with open claws they surrounded him and clambered too concor this beast like it was the pinical of a rope pyramid. First his scarf was ripped from his neck, then gloves swallowed by the swarm , head toppled over....i fail to remember his fate.
I realised I had this fear when healthy Harold the giraffe visited my school when I was 5. Even while keeping my distance I could tell someone was in the suit, I could see their siluete behind a visor, disguised as a spot. Did he live in it? Was he damed? Eatten? All these questions swarmed my puerile mind as he steped out of his tour bus, but once his fluffy black hoof touched gods good earth, I witnessed the true evil. My fellow children took notice too, and like flies to baboon shit swarmed the suit, with open claws they surrounded him and clambered too concor this beast like it was the pinical of a rope pyramid. First his scarf was ripped from his neck, then gloves swallowed by the swarm , head toppled over....i fail to remember his fate.