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Note: I am absolutely positively unquestionably definitely indisputably truly really undeniably surely angry at Scott right now! He's going to release another game into the franchise? Now my story isn't going to be as accurate as I planned! It's ruined! Ruined, I tell ya! But nevertheless, I will continue writing this story because I have a firm idea of what I want even though it won't be as perfect as I had hoped. I still need to go through a couple of timelines before I finish and I should have plenty of time during the summer to finish it. I might write another story with a different original character and with new FNAF theories. Rant over, enjoy.
Crystal couldn't remember how she ended up in the dimly lit room, lax on a hard, dirty mattress and unfeeling of anything around her. She felt as cold as ice, it scared her, she wanted to leave. She tried to move but she couldn't feel her body so she couldn't manage to lift a finger. She couldn't move her head either as she tried to look around. She was paralysed, why was she paralysed? How did she get here? She couldn't remember much before this point. She couldn't even close her eyes to try and visualise her last memory. Where was she? What was going on?
"Oh, cupcake~!" came a singsong voice.
Crystal tried to speak but her lips wouldn't even give the slightest twitch as Vincent came into her view.
"It's time to make you perfect," he breathed whilst licking his lips "I'm going to make you so perfect that you won't recognize yourself."
Fear seized Crystal as she tried to move, do anything, scream, plead, beg, anything! Vincent crawled over her, his breathing growing heavy as his breath grazed across his face.
"You're going to be so beautiful…"
Crystal couldn't move her body. She could only watch as Vincent stood over her with a grin and a spoon.
"Well, let's get started, shall we?"
He seized her by her hair and Crystal watched as the spoon come closer to her eyes. She couldn't struggle as the utensil dug into her socket. She couldn't protest as she heard the squelching of her eyeball being scooped out. She couldn't cry as she watched clear insanity cross Vincent's face. She could still see everything though. She could see from her eyes being taken away from her body, nestled in the palm of Vincent's hand. Her eyes were placed down on a surface and she saw Vincent pick up a syringe, his grin widening.
"This way I can forever gaze into your beautiful, beautiful eyes," he whispered as he injected them with the liquid inside "Your beautiful…red…eyes…"
He licked his lips again as he began wrapping her eyes with see through material then placing them in a glass box. He perched them on a shelf and Crystal could see the whole decrepit room, her eyeless body on the bed which was wearing the Freddy Fazbear's uniform. Vincent walked over to her lifeless body, reaching out and cupping her cheek, licking the blood off her face greedily.
"Mmm…so beautiful…"
He walked over to the chest of drawers nearby and took out a needle and thread. Crystal watched as he knelt over the body, stitching her eyelids closed. She felt her spirit form tremble as he began to strip her body.
"Vincent, stop," she begged and sobbed when her pleas went unheard "Stop it. Don't look at me, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it please! Vincent!"
Vincent sucked in a deep breath as he ran a hand down her pale body.
"Perfect, so perfect," he whispered.
"Stop touching me! Stop it, leave my body alone! Please! Vincent, please stop!"
She watched as he pressed his lips firmly against her lifeless ones and she shook her fists.
"Don't do that! Stop it! Just stop it now!"
She watched in horror as she heard the click of his belt and couldn't look away as he took his trousers off.
"No!"
She felt sick as Vincent crawled on top of her, leaning down to her neck and biting hard. He began moving, grunting softly as he held her cold body close to him and moaning.
"You're everything I imagined, cupcake," he whispered "Crystal, my little Crystal…"
Crystal's spirit covered her translucent ears as she could only watch in disgust whilst he violated her. She could only watch as he finished quickly and rolled off her limp body, lying on his side whilst running a hand up and down her body.
"What costume would you like to try on first?" he asked idly "I always thought you'd be adorable in that Spring Bonnie costume, but you said purple is your favourite colour."
He grinned widely.
"Purple is my favourite colour too~!" he sung and leaned in to gently bite her ear "Wait here for a moment."
Crystal watched as he shuffled around to pull his trousers back up then leave the room. She looked up and down her body in dismay, covered in bite marks and bruises. Vincent came in later with syringes, pots and a purple coloured box with a white ribbon around it.
"I'm passing down this golden opportunity," he sung whilst cleaning the syringes and injecting her body with unidentified fluids "Eternal scrapyard immunity. Take with pride and enjoy the ride, you'll be forever a part of this community."
He laughed and kissed her cheek sweetly as Crystal felt a shiver crawl up her back. She watched him take a sponge and clean up the remnants of dried blood around her eyes and face. She wanted to cry. Why would he do this to her body? Had he no respect for her? Vincent then took out a make-up kit and opened it to begin painting her face.
"I would have those children ready so you can be their mommy," he sighed "But that damn puppet…"
He clenched his jaw as he painted her face purple.
"Never mind, there are plenty more children out there," he grinned "Don't worry, my sweet cupcake. You won't be lonely when I have to leave for work."
"No, don't…" Crystal whimpered.
"How many children would you like?" he asked her "How about five? Yes, five little children, that's what my parents wanted. But I was the only one who didn't come out stillborn. My mother always talked about how she wanted to give me brothers and sisters to keep me company but it never happened you see. One stillbirth after the other until she finally kicked the bucket."
He chuckled ominously as he put the make-up away then opened the box.
"Look," he said as he pulled out a headband with purple ears "Bonnie ears! You can be old Bonnie because he's purple!"
He pushed her hair back whilst placing the headband on her and sighed.
"Perfect," he grinned then went back to the box "And look what it comes with~!"
He pulled out a purple Lolita dress and held it up to her body.
"You're going to be so beautiful!"
Crystal watched as he carefully manoeuvred her body to fit into the dress and placed a kiss on her painted cheek.
"Now, Crissie," he murmured as he walked a couple of fingers down her body "Would you prefer sons or daughters?"
"No, don't kill any more…" Crystal whined "No more killing please! Just stop, stop the killing, please, Vincent…"
"I know! Three sons and two daughters! We can call them Freddy, Foxy, Bonnie, Chica and Goldie. Because they are so charming, aren't they?"
He grinned and kissed her cheek again.
"I won't be long," he said as he propped her up against the wall "Sit tight and smile."
Crystal's breath hitched as she saw him pinch her lips up into a smile where they remained.
"You're going to be a mommy."
He kissed her purple lips before clearing his stuff. He paused by the eyes and smiled, tapping on the glass gently.
"Aren't you beautiful?" he whispered "Now you can always see yourself looking this beautiful. Aren't you happy?"
He chuckled before leaving, closing the door gently. The light bulb flickered in the room as Crystal covered her mouth, staring at her smiling face and stitched up eyelids.
"No, no, no, this isn't happening!" she choked "This has to be a nightmare, please, somebody! Just tell me that this is a nightmare!"
The light flickered again as Crystal sobbed, staring at her body which lay limp as a doll.
Rip.
"Hm?"
Crystal watched as the head of her body twitched a little, the lips wobbling slightly. The movements were faint, they would have been passed off as tricks of the light but Crystal could hear something tearing. Her head twitched a little more, her lips fell slightly so they weren't smiling anymore and her eyelids… Her eyelids were twitching, as if they were trying to open. The doll wasn't inanimate as it appeared. Crystal watched as her head twitched a little more violently, her lips falling down into a complete frown as her eyelids struggled to open.
…
…
…
RIP!
Crystal screamed as the eyelids flew open and red lights shone out from the black sockets where her eyes used to be. Her body grinned and laughed in a very Vincent like fashion as Crystal tried to look away, look away from the daemonic corpse that was once hers.
Crystal shot up from her nightmare screaming, sweat drenching her face as she stared at the storm outside her window. She looked around in a panic. This wasn't her room. No, wait, it was. This was where she's staying to go to university. Crystal looked at her calendar. Monday 1st November 1993. Yes, that's right, it's nearly been six years since she started working at Freddy Fazbear's restaurant then it closed down. She looked down at her bedside table where a picture of herself and Vincent was. She pressed a hand to her heart and jumped out of bed and faced the mirror, patting her face to make sure everything was in place. She then took her nightie off and began feeling around, finding neither blemishes nor bruises before she finally collapsed, sobbing and leaning her head against the cool surface.
"Thank God," she whimpered "Thank God, oh thank God, it was just a dream. It was all just a dream…"
She hiccupped and sighed, sobbing quietly against the mirror, unaware of the nightmare that was just coming over the horizon.
In the next chapter…
"You are my main attraction, my chain reaction that never gets old…"
"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, boys and girls!"
"I have a terrible feeling that Scott's in trouble…"