A/N: I never explained why Melany was a half ghost now, did I?
It's because the more time she spent away from the pizzeria (this story takes place 6 months after Abandoned World) the more human she became. Because of this, if Springtrap were to try to "phantom-ize" her, it wouldn't work completely, and since she's partially alive again, it would hurt like a wildfire. Now, if Springy were to try to do that to someone who's completely alive, on the other hand, it wouldn't just hurt them.
No, no, nononono, this is not happening! It's not happening! It can't be happening! Oh, God, why?!
Pure panic held Melany in a grip so tight it drowned out any other feeling. She struggled violently now, succeeding only at wasting her energy. Eventually, she realized, she'd tire herself out, and that was exactly what they wanted.
This wasn't Adam.
It couldn't be.
Melany's brother...He'd never do thid to her.
She saw the cruel smirk on Springtrap's face.
He was behind this. All of it.
She knew it.
Melany had to warn the others...
The problem was...
How was she supposed to escape?
She looked around wildly, looking for some way...
Any way...
But it was pointless.
She was truly stuck now.
Springtrap just stared at her with that smug grin, and her panic increased even more when he raised what looked like a very large gun.
-POV switch because what that "gun" does is a secret for now!-
~Sora~
A scream of agony echoed throughout the previously-silent halls, alerting Sora immediately. The screech was feminine, definitely, and with the laughter that was now echoing through the halls, Sora didn't quite find it inappropriate to assume the worst. Wasting no time, he ran towards the source of the sound.
The scent of blood- fresh blood -hit his nose, and his blood ran cold.
When he opened the door to the back room, what he saw turned his blood to ice, his heart leaping into his throat.
Melany was lying seemingly lifeless in the corner of the room, blood pulsing out of a deep wound in her chest.
Springtrap was standing in the center of the room, and the others...
They all looked as though they'd been burned, torn apart and left to decay somewhere...
Like zombies.
They were all staring coldly at Melany, who still hadn't moved, and from where Sora was standing, she didn't even appear to be breathing...
But from the size of the wound in her chest, he hoped she wasn't alive, or, at the very least, not conscious...
It would have been merciful.
Because if she was still alive, or conscious, the pain would be unbearable.
