Alright! I'm continuing this story for Circle of Justice, but I will be updating my other story's by... February? Anyways, original story belonCircle of Justice, and FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthon. Enjoy!
Springtrap jolted awake. She looked at her plushie; had it really woken up last night? Or was it just a dream? Her thoughts were interrupted but a verystrong dizzy spell. She grabbed her head in her hands and moaned sickly. She stayed as still as possible and breathed through her mouth. In the midst of this, she could hear her mother knocking on her door.
"Plushie, are okay?" Puppet asked. 'No I've got one of the most f***d up diseases in the world' "Just a little dizzy, Mom!" Puppet glanced at her daughters door before disappearing. She was rather worried for her daughter. She hoped that she would get better soon. She genuinely hoped that Golden Freddy would come to visit. Springtrap thought she didn't know about her childhood crush on him. While Puppet was lost in her thoughts, they inadvertently drifted to the bathroom scene. She growled to herself. How did she not notice sooner! Her little Plushtrap had been cutting herself!
In all honesty though, Puppet simply didn't know what to look for. She headed to the kitchen, grumbling to herself. She started to make breakfast for them. She thought for a moment, then made some toast and orange juice for Springtrap. She grabbed the food and drifted upstairs to her daughters room. Upon entering, she saw her daughter sleeping in a fetal position, moaning softly. She put the food down and went to walk away, when something purple caught her eye. It was that stupid rabbit plushie; the one her daughter named Theodore of all things.
She glared at it; she knew that it was responsible for her baby's illness, she just knew it. She grabbed the stupid thing and stormed to her room. She went to a giant, present looking box and took of the lid. It was full of plushies from her childhood. She buried it among all the other plushies and put the lid back on. She then locked the box and walked away without a backwards glance.
Okay, I know its short, but I'm not only working through a writers block, but I'm also trying to warm up to the story. To Circle of Justice, I apologize for the shortness of the chapter. Helpful reviews will be loved. Flames will be used to roast the William Afton!