So, I didn't begin to really start writing this until the 31st. I needed to think about some things, and I decided it was time to get my butt back into gear.
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Chapter 12
[Mike P.O.V.]
My head was pounding, and every sound was muffled and overlapped with a ringing noise. My head felt like a drum. My eardrums reflected the pounding of my heart, and echoed the sound in my ears. My right arm was numb past the elbow, and a sharp stabbing pain was emanating just above that. My lower back felt as I had hit it hard, and my legs were numb. My upper lip was cracked and itchy, and my mouth was so dry. I felt as if I hadn't had a drink in days.
"It's me." Vincent whispered, pulling away from me. He removed his fingertips from my eyelids, and my eyes closed almost immediately.
My mind was moving at a snail's pace.
"Of course it's you…" Was my first thought. "…who else would you-"
Then it clicked.
My eyes shot open, and I tried to force myself to move. I managed to shift my left arm, but that was all. The room was blindingly bright, causing everything to look blurry and out of focus. I tried to open my mouth to shout out, call for someone, but all that escaped was a tiny "help," barely more than a whisper.
"Shh…" Vincent shushed, laying his finger on my lips. "I know, all the questions you have. "Why are you doing this," and "How could you?" But don't worry. I'll explain once your friends get here." Vincent cracked a smile, chuckling lightly.
I felt a hollow feeling form in the center of my chest. Was he going to do something to my friends too?
Panic began to set in. Not only did he have an entire squad of armed police officers to back him. There was the Puppet, Golden Freddy, and his personal army of animatronics. Not to mention that weird, angry ghost Freddy that could kill me at any moment. How could the four of my friends compare to that, especially when Foxy had been shot. That would make it five to… At least twenty. Maybe more.
"Six." A voice in my head said.
I twitched, not expecting that. After only a moment of panic, I reasoned that I had hit my head too hard and was hearing things.
"Maybe five and a half… I don't feel all there..." The voice spoke again, startling me. It took all of my willpower to prevent myself from replying aloud to the voice. I inhaled nervously, before responding to the oddly familiar voice.
"Who… Who are you?" I thought to myself, concentrating on directing the thoughts towards the voice. I heard Vincent rambling on, and his voice became noise as I waited for a response.
"I… I'm not sure…" It said quietly. "I-I thought I knew…" I could see and hear different sounds and images as the voice began sifting through memories. I wasn't sure whose memories.
A particularly image popped up. It resembled Bonnie in some way, but was tinted gold. I watched as a hand, possibly my own, took a hand crank and put the end near the hip of the suit. As the crank was turned, I heard the sounds of springs compressing, and metallic parts began scraping against each other.
I was confused as the suit slumped to the ground, and became completely limp. I glanced to the side as-
SMACK!
I saw stars as I tried to recover from the powerful blow to my face. My vision was fuzzy and my ears were ringing. My cheek was tingling painfully.
I felt someone grab me forcefully by the hair, and Vincent whipped my head closer towards him.
"Don't you ever ignore me!" Vincent hissed, baring his teeth. He released my hair, and inhaled deeply to calm himself. He stood up, and looked towards the metal door of the holding cell.
"Ugh… That stings…" I heard the voice groan.
"Shut up!" I thought angrily towards it. "You were the one that got me in trouble!"
"I didn't-" We both stopped as Vincent Glared back down at us, and his expression became one of a cold hearted smile.
"Sorry about that." Vincent sweetly smiled. Though his face made is seem he was bothered by it, his eyes betrayed him. The raging fire behind his eyes was never quieted. "I just… I try to pay attention when others speak, and would like the same amount of respect I'm giving you."
The voice in my head scoffed, and involuntarily made me do the same. Vincent threw ne a glare, and I tried to save it by throwing myself into a coughing fit. My side burst into pain as I coughed. His hard gaze softened as I gagged from forcing myself to cough, and gasped in pain.
I was finally able to drag my left arm forwards, and wiped a small amount of spit from the corner of my mouth as I recovered.
"Ow…" I groaned, positioning my head to lay on my left arm. Now that I was slightly mobile, I was already planning ways to escape. If I could somehow knock Vincent out with one arm, I could drag myself-
"That would never work." The voice said bluntly.
"I don't see you coming up with any plans…" I retorted angrily.
"Well I'm sorry, but I wasn't the one that pissed off a murderer by… Not… Dying…" It quieted for a moment, before making a sound similar to a confused huff.
"Anyways," Vincent cleared his throat, and straightened his uniform, "your friends should be here soon enough. I've sent for the 'Toys' to bring them here."
I felt my heart sink even lower. I had thought he was bluffing when he was talking about my friends. I was fine with being hurt, as long as my friends wouldn't get in harm's way as well. Now that I knew they were going to be with me, it was bittersweet.
I wanted to be with everyone, but if it would put them in danger, I would prefer to be alone. They didn't need to be hurt because of me.
~{o}~{o}~
[Foxy P.O.V.]
We slowly crept through the thick snow, under a cloudy, starless night. There was not a sound in the city at this time. Our footsteps echoed off the walls of tall building, and around the empty streets. An occasional sound of tires on pavement reached our ears from a not so distant highway. The tall buildings around us gave me a feeling of being watched.
I had forced myself to the front of the group so I could direct them to the building. I didn't hesitate to tell them to follow me, and they quietly obeyed.
I jumped at the sound of a shrill hiss, followed by loud snarling and barking. A dark coloured cat bolted from an alley way, and swerving around me as it raced away from whatever was chasing it.
Seconds later, a brown and black dog darted from the alleyway, barking at the cat it had scared. The dog slid to a stop before it could run past me. It looked up at me nervously, before lowering its pointy ears, dropping its tail, and raising its upper lip to growl at me.
The dog slowly crept closer towards me, taking bites at the air to scare me away. I wasn't swayed one bit. I became more pissed when I realized that this animal would make it take longer for me to find Mike.
I locked eyes with the dog, and glared at it. The dog immediately back up when it realized I wasn't moving an inch. The dog paced nervously around me, growling darkly, before taking another step closer to me.
I lunged at the dog, making a sound similar to a snarl. The dog yelped, and bolted, tail tucked between its legs.
I sighed as I turned around, looking back at the others.
They were giving me a large berth, looking at me worriedly. I realized my fists were clenched, and I felt ready to snap. I took a moment to calm, relaxing myself and looking up into the gloomy sky.
It was beautiful in its own dark a mysterious way.
I felt a little better as I looked back down at my friends. Bonnie gave me a sympathetic smile, and nodded gently.
I smiled back at him, and began to walk again, trying to keep positive.
We would all see Mike again. He would be safe and sound. We would bring him back to the pizzeria, or some other place away from all the trouble. We would laugh, share stories, and eat Chica's amazing pizza together. Like a family.
I began walking, and didn't even notice the missing sounds of the others before Freddy called to me. "Hang on, Foxy."
I immediately stopped, and spun around. I was slightly irritated at being slowed down, until I noticed the Toy animatronics.
They were all looking curious, and several of them had cocked their heads. Toy Bonnie's ears were twitching slightly.
"What's going on?" I asked, slowly approaching the group.
"I…I can hear something…" Toy Chica said, thinking.
"Xavier… said something about this…" Toy Bonnie spoke quietly, barely above a whisper.
"What is it?" Chica asked, glancing over at Bonnie.
"We're supposed to be bringing you to a… Police station?" Toy Chica pondered.
"Wait." Bonnie immediately spoke up. "You mean… With people? And guns? No no no…"
"We have to." Toy Bonnie spoke firmly, a small glint in his eye.
"But… People are dangerous!" Bonnie protested. "And guns are dangerous! People with guns is a bad combination."
"We have no choice, Sweety." Vicky spoke up. I had forgotten she was there. I looked up towards my right to see her hanging onto a window sill, looking down at our group, and down the road at the same time. "We need to get Mike away from everyone."
"C'mon, Bonnie." Chica said gently, being easy on him for once. "The sooner we can get this done, the sooner everything will go back to normal."
"We need normal." I thought to myself, shaking my head.
My feet began to feel warm in the cold snow. I lifted my right foot to look at it, and frowned at the snow caked to it.
"We need to do exactly as you are told." Freddy spoke to the Toy animatronics. "We can't risk any mistakes."
We all nodded, some more than others, at Freddy's words. I watched as the Toys walked around, and paired themselves to one of us. Toy Chica paired with Freddy. Toy Bonnie stood beside Bonnie. Toy Freddy walked up behind Chica. Finally, Balloon Boy shuffled up towards me, and gently grabbed hold of my left hand.
At once, I watched as the Toy's eyes glazed over, and they began to lead us towards where they were instructed.
And we followed.
Mike was in for a surprise.
~{o}~{o}~
[Mike P.O.V.]
"That looks pretty painful…" Vincent said, crouching down to look at my right arm. He gently pushed my t-shirt sleeve higher, causing me to inhale sharply. "I can see some bone under the skin…" Vincent stood up, and began to walk towards the metal door.
Just as the door was opened, he looked back at me and smiled.
"Stay there." Vincent grinned, turning his back to me and walking out the door. It closed with a loud squeak, and rattled once the door hit the frame.
I was taking quick, small breaths, trying to remove some of the pressure from the ribs I was laying on. I managed to get my left elbow underneath me, before propping myself up with my arm.
I was beginning to regain some feeling in my legs, but my lower back was still throbbing. I forced myself to move my legs out from underneath myself, and hung them over the edge of the bench.
This white room was beginning to drive me insane. Or maybe it was the voice in my head.
"Hey…" The voice sounded sad. "I'm right here…"
"Why are you in my head?" I asked it, raising an eyebrow.
"I… I don't know…" The voice pondered. Suddenly, a small flash of energy filled me. "Oh! I remember! I was supposed to… Show you something… What was it I was supposed to show you…? That stupid purple-ish bear interrupted me…"
"Wait…" I thought back to just before I was attacked. "Are you that weird… Bonnie-thing?"
As images of the black, shadowy rabbit filled my head, I felt a weird surge of joy as the voice immediately exclaimed, "Yes!"
"You don't seem like it…" I frowned.
"Well… Maybe not…" The voice in my head replied, making me feel confused. "Maybe…" An image of "Shadow Bonnie" filled my mind. A wisp of smoke was floating from the palm of its hand. "I think that's me…" The image shrank, zooming into the black smoke. "Something went wrong when I… We were attacked?"
Obviously this voice had nothing of importance to tell me. I ignored an outraged protest from the voice, and sat up, trying not to move my right arm.
I looked down at my right arm, and nearly threw up. Vincent wasn't kidding when he said that he could see some bone under it.
The forearm was bent at a weird angle halfway down, and looking closely, you could make out some shards of bone nearly poking through the surface. The numb feeling in my arm was fading now, but the small point just below the elbow ached.
The not-so-funny, Funny Bone.
I groaned as the feeling returned to my limbs. My legs weren't hurting as much, and the throbbing of my lower back lessened. The constantly increasing sharp pain in my arm was growing at a much faster rate.
I had definitely broken bones, but how many was up to the hospital to decide. That was, even if I was able to make it there.
"Stop complaining." The voice sighed. "I can feel every bit of pain you can too. Try not to get injured for once."
"I don't always-" I was interrupted by… Myself?
"Your first day on the job at the pizzeria." The voice smugly said.
"Hey, that wasn't my-"
"Less than four hours ago."
"That's not-"
"That time you slipped on the bathroom floor and smashed your head on the toilet seat. You broke the seat."
"Hey! How do you even know about that?" I asked, becoming increasingly upset at the voice.
"I looked into your memories." The voice admitted shamelessly.
"Stop-" I heard footsteps in the hallway, and immediately relaxed my expression. I leaned back against the wall, falling a little too quickly. I groaned as I hit my back and jostled my arm.
I winced as the door made a loud squeak when Vincent opened it, proceeding to slam the door shut once more.
I eyed the medical kit in his hands as he neared me. Vincent didn't say a word as he looked me up and down, setting the medical kit to the floor.
"Oh, Mike…" Vincent sighed as he approached me. I shied away from his burning gaze as he stopped once I was within reach. "I told you…" He suddenly lunged at me, wrapping a powerful hand around my neck. "Don't move!"
I tried to gasp for air as Vincent squeezed tighter. I clawed uselessly at the iron grip.
"You do as I say." Vincent stated, slamming me back against the wall. "Am I clear?"
Just as everything started to go fuzzy, Vincent released me, throwing me against the wall. I fell to my side, gasping as air painfully filled my lungs again. My eyes were watering, and my ribs exploded into pain as I fell on them.
"Y-yes." I gasped, looking up at the glare burning into me.
Vincent's eyes softened, and he turned around to grab the medical kit. He walked swiftly towards me, and set the kit down on the bench beside me. He flipped open the locks on the kit, and produced a large roll of beige wrappings.
"Now hold still." Vincent commanded, taking a seat on my right side. He began to unravel the bandage, and once he had what looked like an acceptable length, he cut it with the pair of scissors in the medical kit.
He grabbed hold of my right arm, and I immediately pulled it back, giving a small hiss of pain.
I was rewarded with a blow to my jaw, sending me reeling.
I tasted blood as I recovered from the powerful strike, and ran my tongue across my bottom lip. I had unintentionally bitten it when I was struck.*
"I told you to hold still." Vincent snarled. "I don't want you to injure your arm more."
"Why not?" I glared at him. I spat out some blood that had been pooling in my mouth, causing a red splatter on the white floor. "If you're going to kill me, why bother helping me?"
Vincent chuckled darkly as he tightly gripped my arm. I hissed in pain as he began to bind it forcefully.
"So I can have more fun breaking you."
~{o}~{o}~
[Foxy P.O.V.]
We were nearly at the building. I could see the lights on in the windows from down the road. The snow made strange, gritty sounds as we walked towards the building keeping Mike contained.
I frowned as I heard people talking urgently, and the sound of car doors slamming echoed around the empty street.
I jumped when bright red and blue lights suddenly flashed on, and a loud siren burst to life. The police cruiser pulled out of the station, and sped down the street we were walking.
The vehicle was barreling towards us. I tensed and got ready to jump, before the wailing cruiser suddenly veered right, taking off down another road. I relaxed as the sirens began to fade. After waiting a minute, the siren was barely audible, and the streets were mostly quiet once more.
Although I relaxed my body, I couldn't calm my mind.
I heard what Shadow Bonnie had said to me, repeating over and over again in my head.
"If you have to choose between killing him, and saving Mike… You know what you have to do…"
But did I really? What was I supposed to do? If I killed him, but I wouldn't be able to save Mike, I couldn't live with myself. However, if I saved Mike and let the criminal go, he could just start everything over again.
It would never stop.
"You know what you have to do…"
"You know what you have to do…"
"You know-"
"Foxy!" Freddy hissed.
I gave a start as Freddy snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Concentrate!" Freddy whispered. "We have arrived."
I blinked as I looked from the ground to the building in front of me. If I took a few more steps, I could touch the side of it. It wasn't that extraordinary now that I was taking a good look at it. The sign behind us was really the only way I could tell it was a police station. Maybe it was more obvious to people though.
I looked down to my left at Balloon Boy, who was keeping a firm grip on my hand. He looked nervous as well. His normally obvious smile looked like a frown of concern.
I glanced behind myself at the others.
"What do we do?" I asked quietly. I looked up at the glowing front door, before peering back at the group.
"We…" Toy Chica began. She cocked her head to the side. "We wait?"
"Why are we waiting?" Bonnie asked, frowning. "I don't like the anticipation…" He shifted his nervous gaze towards the building.
Toy Bonnie's ears twitched again, flicking somewhat randomly. "He knows we're here." He said quietly.
I looked up at the building with mixed emotions, hoping with all my being that Mike was alright.
~{o}~{o}~
[Mike P.O.V.]
I sat quietly as Vincent stood up. He looked down to the sling he made for my right arm, and gave a small nod.
"Now comes the tricky part…" Vincent muttered. He pulled out a small device from his pocket, and turned towards the door, a smile spreading across his face. He took the device and held it to his mouth. "Wait for me to get you." He took the device from his mouth, and put it back in his pocket.
Vincent headed for the white metal door once more. He suddenly stopped halfway through the doorway, and turned to face me.
"Cheer up." He smiled. "I brought your friends here."
A hollow feeling formed in my stomach as I looked up at him. One look at him told me that he was dead serious.
My friends were here.
They were in danger.
"No." I whispered. "No, no, no…"
"Look on the bright side." Vincent began, closing the door behind himself. I heard the jingle of keys as I slid to my knees, hitting the floor. The lock clicked, and the keys were removed. "If I wasn't so kind, you might not have seen them again."
I listened to his receding footsteps echo down the hallway. I lowered my head on defeat, and shut my eyes.
"No. Please no."
~{o}~{o}~
[Foxy P.O.V.]
The front door opened, illuminating the snow in front of the building. A familiar outline of a man stood in the doorway.
"Follow me." A chillingly familiar voice commanded.
I heard the footsteps from behind me, and knew that this was the one. I began to shuffle forwards slowly, trying to keep the illusion of control he had.
I was feeling so many emotions. I was scared to finally come face to face with this murderer, and I was scared for Mike. I was nervous, and constantly worried I would do something that would endanger my friends. However, finding Mike and getting him to safety made me ignore the dread currently creeping over me.
"Watch the exits." I heard him say, lowering his hand and putting something into one of his pockets. I glanced to my left, and watched Vicky give a small nod of acknowledgement. "I don't want anyone leaving without my say."
Vicky suddenly began moving, and vanished around the corner of the police station.
As I began climbing the short amount of stairs leading to the entrance of the building for the second time, I began to worry about the "Toys." They didn't hesitate to follow an order, and their blank expression wasn't readable. Maybe Xavier had missed something.
I immediately disregarded any of those thoughts when I squeezed Balloon Boy's hand, and he squeezed back.
"Be on your best behavior." The man growled as I passed him.
I glared at the man as I slowly shuffled past him. There was no doubt that it was him. He had the same slouch, and that air of authority. That same terrible grin, and his eyes that were lit with a fire that no one could escape.
I could kill him right now if I wanted to. To suddenly lunge at him and crush his throat. But if I did, could something happen to Mike? Not to mention all the armed police only meters away. No, for now it would be best to wait.
I resisted the urge to strangle the man, and continued walking, entering the brightly lit building.
The first thing I noticed was how empty it was in the building. There were a total of five people in the room, none of which seemed familiar. One or two people eyed me curiously, but everyone else continued on without a care in the world.
As the rest of us filed into the building, a few more people began to take notice. I had to shuffle down a little ways in order to squeeze everyone into the main area. No one immediately began shooting at me, so I had to assume that anyone that had seen me earlier had left.
There was little to no room to stand where I was, so I had to move a little bit closer towards one of the desks where a young woman was sitting. She had bright green eyes, black hair, and had a decent build. Freckles faintly spotted her face, just noticeable if you were paying attention.
He walked into the building, closing the door and sealing the room from the frigid temperatures. He pushed past Bonnie and walked towards the center of the room. While he was walking, I watched him tap on Toy Chica's arm out of the corner of my eye. Toy Chica relaxed her grip a little, making it look like she was just holding Freddy's hand instead of leading him around.
The woman whose desk I was standing in front of stood up. She looked up at me, a flash of confusion crossing her features. She then looked up at Freddy, who was ducking a little to avoid pushing the ceiling tiles into the roof, and her eyes widened.
"Uh… Vincent?" The woman standing beside me began. "I-I mean, C-Constable." She was quick to correct herself as "Vincent" shot a quick glare at her. "Who are these people? They look-"
"These are my so- daughter's friends." Vincent quickly corrected himself. "They are… Cosplayers that are getting ready for the convention tomorrow."
"But… Why are they here?" The woman beside me asked, her gaze flicking up to my eyes, before going back to Vincent. People in the room were beginning to look at Vincent as well, waiting for his answer. "And isn't it a little late to be dressed up for something tomorrow?"
"The convention is sixteen hours out while driving, and I promised my daughter I would take them." Vincent said flawlessly, getting used to his lies. "Besides, do you want them outside in the freezing cold?"
"I guess not…" The woman made a small face, and returned to her seated position at the desk. "I don't know how all of you are going to fit into a car, but whatever…" She mumbled under her breath.
"What was that?" Vincent asked, a sharp tone to his almost-innocent question.
"Nothing, nothing." The woman said quickly, going back to the papers on her desk. She glanced up at me, and whispered. "You look amazing by the way." I smiled gently at her in response. If she only knew what was really happening…
"So, Boss…" A man spoke up from the back of the room. I noticed a vein in Vincent's neck stick out as he slowly turned to glare at the man. "I couldn't help but notice you took the next week off. Is this for the convention?"
"Yes." Vincent spoke softly, his voice giving away no mention of his anger. I watched his chest expand as he took a deep breath, calming himself. Suddenly, he turned towards me, grinning. "Hey, Sweetie, do you think you could help me carry some things from my locker to the cars waiting out front? I would really appreciate it."
I wanted to straight up murder this man. I wanted to crush his throat and let him lay on the ground, struggling to breath as the light slowly faded from his eyes. I wanted to break his spine, and watch him try to struggle around, and slowly die of hunger and exhaustion.
"Behave." Vincent mouthed, giving me a quick glare before returning to his normally passive expression.
"Just act happy." I told myself. "Don't give anything away. Normal… Happy…"
"Sure!" I exclaimed, sounding a little too forced. I winced as Vincent glared at me again, but he slowly relaxed when absolutely nothing happened, other than one of the police officers at the desk clearing their throat.
I felt Balloon Boy give my hand a squeeze, before releasing me. I slowly stepped forwards, my tail tucked nervously around my left leg as I approached Vincent. I couldn't do anything to him until I knew Mike was safe.
Vincent lead the way to the back of the room confidently. He strolled through the doorway, and disappeared around the corner.
I began to timidly walk in between several desks where officers were seated, working on papers. They looked up at me, and the moment I saw their eyes I knew that I looked scared. Unfortunately, they didn't know about what.
"Your costume looks great." One said.
"Very realistic." Another smiled.
I nodded and gave a small wave at each compliment, acknowledging them. I forced myself to look calm, even though I felt like bolting. As soon as I made it out of their sight, I could relax to an extent. I made my tail give a little flick, as if I were happy. I wasn't though. I was terrified of being the center of attention.
"Wow." Someone breathed as I walked by.
After what felt like an eternity, I reached the doorway. I looked back at my friends a final time as I turned the corner. Each and everyone of them was standing quietly, watching me. I glanced at Freddy, who nodded in turn.
I turned away from my friends, and began stepping down the hall towards Vincent. He was standing in front of a door, arms crossed over his chest as he slouched against the white metal.
I quickly crossed the distance in several steps, glaring at him the whole way. I felt a rage burning inside me, just begging to be released. Once I had come within several meters of Vincent, he raised his hand and directed his palm towards me.
I stopped, glaring daggers at him all the while.
"Although you didn't-" I cut off Vincent.
"I soon as I find Mike safe and sound, I'm going to rip your fucking heart out!" I hissed at him, taking a threatening step towards him.
"Hey, easy." Vincent commanded as I glowered down at him. "Although you didn't perform exactly as I had wanted, I think you've done well enough to earn a reward." The man was speaking to me as if I were some kind of dog. I resisted the urge to growl at him. I wasn't going to let him be right.
Vincent kept his eyes on me as he turned to face the door, fishing keys out of his right pocket. He glanced down at the keychain for half a second, and then flicked his eyes back to me. He was holding a single key, which he raised towards the lock of the door.
Vincent slowly inserted the key into the lock, and turned it oh-so-slowly. The keys rattled as the key ring turned with it, and I scowled at the noise. Vincent seemed to take pleasure in how he was driving me mad.
In the quiet hallway, I heard a strange noise coming from behind one of the metal door behind me.
The lock clicked audibly, causing me to snap my eyes to the security device. Finally, he pushed the door open. I winced at the loud, rusty squeak the door hinges gave as it swung open.
"After you." Vincent smiled, gesturing with his hands into the cell. He chuckled as I passed him, and stepped into the white room. I looked to my left to see some kind of toilet. Just as I began to explore the room with my eyes, I heard a sound.
Squeak!
Crash!
I whipped around to see Vincent locking the door behind me. He gave a quiet laugh as he removed the keys from the lock.
I heard his footsteps begin to leave down the hallway.
In a blind fury, I rushed the door, slamming my shoulder into it.
A loud, metal tearing sound echoed around me, and I staggered backwards to stare at the considerable dent I had made in the door. I quickly backed up again, and was about to charge the door again.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Vincent warned from a small distance away from my door. I paused in mid-step, nearly falling as I regained my balance. I scowled at the door, giving a synthetic huff before crossing my arms and facing the back wall.
Pissed didn't even begin to describe how I was feeling.
In order to distract myself, I began looking over every detail of the room. Maybe there was something here I could use to my advantage.
I examined the entire blindingly white room, finding nothing but a bench that wrapped around the room, a toilet, and a camera in the top left corner near the door. The room was barren, and empty.
I turned my gaze to the right side wall, focusing on the giant number plastered against the white. It was a large 7, leading me to wonder if there were more rooms like this. It wasn't easy to tell how expansive this building was from the outside. However, if there were seven other rooms like this, one of them might possibly-
I was snapped from my thoughts by the sound of keys rattling in the lock. I turned my head in time to see the door swing open, and something shoved roughly inside before the door slammed shut again.
The person that had been shoved into the room stumbled forwards, and tried to catch themselves before they fell. Their legs gave out, and they tumbled to the floor. They landed hard, smacking loudly into the ground. They gave a cry of pain, and attempted to get up, before collapsing once more.
The person on the floor made a distressed sound, a cry for help, and whimpered softly.
I immediately recognized the shaggy brown hair, and thin body. I felt my heart throb as I looked down at Mike crying silently on the floor, tears pooling on the floor.
I couldn't stop the flow of tears as I dropped to my knees directly beside him. I gently pulled him into my lap, flinching as Mike gave another pained cry.
"Mike! It's okay, I'm here now." I soothed, cupping his chin with my hand. "I'm here now. You're not alone anymore." I watched his head tilt back a little, his eyes landing on me, but not focusing properly.
"F-F-Foxy?" Mike hiccuped. I could feel his entire body jump with each sob, and every shaky breath he took.
"Yes, it's me. It's alright… I-I'm right here." I was having a difficult time keeping it together. I pulled him closer towards me, his entire body on my lap. I hugged him gently, and slowly rocked back and forth, whispering in his ear. I continued to tell him that I was there, and that he'd be alright. I told him I wouldn't let anything happen to him, and that he was safe.
Even if it wasn't true.
He felt so tiny and fragile in my arms. Every breath sounded raspy and dry, making me wonder how long it's been since he had water. I looked over his body for injuries, and only felt my heart fall lower at the state he was in.
His face was red on one side, flushed from some kind of abuse. His right arm was in a poorly constructed sling, just barely supporting his arm. The dried blood running from his nose down his upper lip was cracked, and flaking. However, seeing his neck made my insides turn. The fresh finger marks that ran across his neck just screamed abuse.
I shuddered, trying to imagine what Mike had gone through since I had last seen him.
Eventually, Mike's sobs turned into quiet whimpers, and eventually that quieted too. After several minutes, I was left with a trembling Mike in my arms, hiding as much of himself as he could in my embrace to keep himself from harm.
Mike was trying to hide himself from danger. I swore I would protect him, and I had failed…
Again.
~{o}~{o}~
[Mike P.O.V.]
I shuddered, slowly relaxing in Foxy's warm embrace. I wasn't even sure if it was really her. For all I knew, it was some illusion made to drive me insane. Maybe I already was.
I felt myself rocking back and forth with Foxy, forcing myself to breathe deeply as she whispered in my ear. She told me how brave I was, and how she would protect me; she was there for me, telling me that I wouldn't have to be alone anymore.
I didn't want to let go of her. Would I ever see her again if I did?
Slowly, a song was called to my mind. It was a slow, happy song that my Mother used to sing to me whenever we had to hide from my Father's drunken rages, or when we had to duck into the closet as the people banged on our door, demanding payment from my Mother.
I took a shaky, drawn out breath.
~{o}~{o}~
[Foxy P.O.V.]
Mike had nearly calmed completely after several minutes. We just sat on the floor, holding one another for comfort.
I relaxed when Mike took a deep breath, and I opened my mouth to say something to him, but I suddenly stopped. He began humming, slowly and softly, something I had never heard him do.
He sat back on my lap, and looked me in the eyes as he took my right hand in his left, and began singing.
"You are my sunshine… My only sunshine…" He sang slowly, softly. I rubbed his hand as he sang. "You make me happy, when skies are gray…"
I smiled at his words. I leaned towards him, and pulled him closer towards me, resting my head on his shoulder. He continued to sing softly into my ear, making me shed more tears.
"You'll never know dear, how much I love you…" I heard his voice crack a little, and he took a moment to breathe, trying to relax himself. "Please, don't take my sunshine away…"
I smiled at his words, and leaned into his neck, pushing my muzzle under his jawline as he continued to sing. I wrapped my other arm around him gently, and slowly rubbed his back.
"The other night dear, when I lay-"
A dark chuckle echoed throughout the room, buzzing inside my head like some kind of unwanted guest.
"That's cute." The voice laughed, sounding from all around us. The echoing laughter gathered at one point in front of me. Shadow Freddy materialized from thin air, the dark grin showing proudly on its face.
I was quick to move, gently pulling Mike around me so I could place myself in between him and the shadowy construct. As my eyes flickered to Mike, I couldn't help the small pang in my chest. He was absolutely terrified; Mike was shaking out of fear. His eyes were wide as he ducked behind me, looking fearfully at the shadow.
I could feel the dread and fear emanating from the monster before me, but I shook it off. Mike's safety was more important that being afraid.
"Do you really think that there's any situation from now on where you'll be able to get away safely?" Shadow Freddy asked quietly. "There's no hope for you now, Mike." It spat his name, as if it were an insult.
"Shut up." I growled at it. I could feel Mike's hand on my leg, trembling. I reached down and grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to reassure myself he was fine.
"I don't know what you see in him." Shadow Freddy began, almost sounding curious. "His dad left him just on the edge of things changing for them. He left Mike and his mother to fend for themselves."
"Stop it!" I hissed, feeling Mike shaking harder. I heard his voice catch in his throat.
"Did he ever tell you about what his 'Mommy' did?" Shadow Freddy sneered. "How she sold her body to every horny guy on the street so that she could get her next shot of heroin into her."
"T-That's n-not true!" Mike stuttered from behind me. I could feel him becoming more agitated.
"Oh but it is. And you knew it too…" The shadowy figure spoke. "That's why you tried to kill yourself. And not once either. You tried an incredible four times to end your life. The first time was with an overdose. Your mother walked into the bathroom to find you nearly dead, a bottle of pills spilled across the floor. Your little trip to the hospital cost your mom thousands, making her work extra hard. You were so selfish, you even tried to overdose on pain killers. Your mom would come home in the middle of the night, beaten down and bruised, unable to help her pain because of you."
"S-Stop it!" Mike gasped. He was squeezing my hand incredibly hard.
"Did he really try to kill himself?" I asked myself, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. Mike had been hurting, with no one to help him.
"The second time you tried to hang yourself." Shadow Freddy chuckled. "You tied a rope to a thin tree branch, and jumped off a chair. The branch wasn't strong enough though, and snapped. How would your mother have felt if she had found you hanging in your front yard?"
"That's enough!" I snarled at the shadow. Mike was crying quietly behind me, his entire body shuddering.
"Three months after that, you tried to jump off a building. You had already written a note to your mom, and had left it on the table in the kitchen. You had been on the roof for so long, someone had called the police. You stepped off the building, intending to end your life. An officer had snuck up behind you before you jumped, and managed to wrap an arm around you just before you took the shortcut to the sidewalk, pulling you back onto the roof."
"Please…" Mike whimpered from behind me. "Please stop…"
"Do you remember how your mother reacted when she found out? She was heartbroken. She thought you didn't enjoy being with her, and thought that this was her fault. She used all of the money saved up for food to send you to counseling." Shadow Freddy smiled. "Once again, you made your 'mommy's' life harder. She rarely ate for the next month."
"N-No… P-P-Please…" Mike was beginning to hyperventilate.
"Obviously that counseling didn't do anything for you, since -Oh, I'd say a year ago- you stepped in front of an oncoming car. The driver thought she had killed you. You were in a coma for weeks. The driver was faced with distracted driving, and a whole slew of other charges that were made up. She was sentenced to jail for the next four years of her life." The shadowy construct grinned. "Because of you, a good person was sent to jail for the next four years of their life, while here you sit, not even caring about whose life you've ruined."
I could feel my tears sliding down my face before falling. Mike was an incomprehensible mess behind me. He was only able to silently weep, his face contorted into pain as he rocked himself back and forth.
I watched his hand slide from mine, as he curled himself into a ball, wrapping his left arm around his knees and laying in his side.
I couldn't even find the words to say to either the demented shadow, or Mike.
"I'm still not sure why you didn't abandon him." Shadow Freddy spoke to me, sounding disappointed. "He's poor, weak, and has considerable issues with himself. You should just leave him now and save yourself the grief." I turned to glare at the shadow. I was torn in half between comforting Mike, and tearing the shadow a new one. "He's not going to last long with Vincent anyways…"
I turned away from Shadow Freddy to face Mike. I felt the ghostly being vanish, taking with it its feeling of dread and horror.
I wiped my eyes as I sank to the floor beside Mike. He was crying silently, whimpering every so often.
I reached out with one arm, trying to pull Mike towards me. He immediately shied away, not wanting to come close to me.
"Mike…" I tried to think of something to say to him to cheer him up. "I know none of that was true…" I was on the verge of joining Mike in a puddle of sadness, but he needed me. He was there for me, and I would be there for him.
"It-I-I-It's a-all t-true!" Mike cried, refusing to look at me. "I-it's t-true, a-an-and I-I'm br-broken andn-noonel-l-likest-thingsthatareb-b-broken! OhG-Godp-p-pleaseh-helpmeF-FoxyI'msc-scareda-a-andI'mb-brokenohpleasehelpme…" Mike's stammering grew to an unintelligible mumble of words as he gasped for breath.
Guilt and sorrow was gnawing a hole through me. I gently lifted the crying Mike on my lap, and hugged him, slowly rubbing his back as he hiccupped nonsense.
Mike unfurled himself from the little ball he had himself in, and buried his face into my shoulder, mumbling quietly to himself. His ramblings quickly grew quiet. Worried, I made a move to pick him up when I heard something. He was breathing softly, slowly and quietly.
Mike had cried himself to sleep in my lap. I gave a shaky sigh, before trying to cover as much if him with my body as possible. I moved my poofy tail to cover his legs, trying to keep him warm and happy. If he couldn't be happy, I could at least keep him warm.
With a sigh, I tucked my head in against him, closing my eyes.
~{o}~{o}~
The creaking of the metal door jerked me awake. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the bright room. I forced myself to sit up. I looked down at the gentle weight on my lap. Mike was completely out, dead to the world.
I looked to the left to the door, and felt panic begin to rise in my chest.
Vincent was leaning on the open door, a small smile on his lips. I wanted to stand up and confront him now that I knew Mike was safe, but I wasn't sure if he had some kind of hold over my friends. Besides, I didn't want to disturb Mike's sleep.
"I had a talk with Je-" Vincent stopped himself, and sighed as if remembering something. He spoke quietly, obviously aware of Mike's current state. "No, you wouldn't know them by that name…" Vincent quietly snapped his fingers, trying to think of something. "Um… The weird… Shadowy, Freddy-like thing…"
I scowled at the thought of Shadow Freddy.
"It was their fault that Mike's been hurt like this, so no need to scowl at me." Vincent spoke. He sighed, and leaned away from the door, coming to stand at his full height. "I made sure it wouldn't happen again."
I didn't buy his bullshit for a second. Even if it were true, I wouldn't trust him anymore that I could throw him (and he seemed like a heavy guy).
I glanced down when I heard Mike's stomach growl, and he moaned quietly in his sleep. I adjusted myself slightly as he shuffled in his slumber. His breathing quickly reached a constant pace once more.
If I were to listen to its rules, I would drop Mike right now and eviscerate the man less than a second away.
Vincent seemed confident that I wouldn't harm him; as much as I hated that, he was right.
I sat quietly as Vincent shook his head at me and looked over his shoulder into the hall. He looked down at Mike in my lap, a small grin spreading his lips. I held onto Mike a little tighter, moving my arms and tail to cover Mike as much as possible, trying to hide my lover from that terrifying gaze.
"I told them that your costume had a problem." Vincent said out of the blue. He noticed my confusion, and added, "They were beginning to wonder why you were taking so long."
Vincent stepped further into the room, watching me closely as he approached. He was waiting for a reaction from me, to try to read me better. I watched his approach carefully, but didn't move.
"I hope you're enjoying your time with him." Vincent said slowly. He came to a stop just outside of my reach. "It'll be your last."
I narrowed my eyes at him, and felt incredibly angry. He thought he could just come into my home, attack my friends, hurt Mike, and walk around like he owned us? I told myself that if I ever came face-to-face with this man when no one was near, I would make his life a living hell… After I made sure everyone else was safe.
"You won't get away with this." I growled, glaring daggers at him. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt in my chest when Mike shifted around, and whispered something about his mom in his sleep.
"Such a cliché thing to say." Vincent smiled, leaning closer towards me. "People say that all the time, and guess what? They get away with it." Vincent gave a light chuckle as he stood upright, stuck his hands in his pockets, and strolled across the room.
"Not with video cameras." I said without thinking. I immediately regretted it. I just had to open my big mouth; to prove him wrong.
Vincent turned to face the front of the room. I watched his eyes flick up and to the left, coming to rest on the camera sitting in the corner. His smile immediately vanished.
"Shit…" Vincent growled. The red light on the camera was blinking in a slow, steady rhythm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Vincent whispered furiously. He glanced over his shoulder at me, before looking back at the camera. "Shit!" Vincent yelled, racing for the door. He didn't even bother to close it in his hurry.
I lowered my ears in worry as I heard his footsteps take off down the hallway. I heard his shoes screech on the polished floor as he suddenly stopped.
I froze when Vincent suddenly shouted words I knew I would never forget.
"Slaughter them all!" He screamed.
It was quiet for a few seconds, and I began to wonder if anything was actually going to happen.
Then the first of the screams began. It was quickly cut off with a sickening gargle. Handguns began firing, and people began shouting. I heard glass shattering, and bones snapping.
Mike jolted awake, eyes wide in fear. His gaze snapped to the open door, and I watched him go pale when another shout was cut off, some loud crash coming from down the hallway.
"Foxy, what's happening?" Mike asked, quickly looking around the room. "Where's-"
"We need to go!" I interrupted him, jumping to my feet. I quickly hoisted him up and took his left hand, leading him towards the hallway.
"But what about-" I stopped Mike once again, grabbing onto his shoulders and looking him in the eyes. He looked absolutely exhausted.
"The others will be fine. We need to leave now!" I told him. It wasn't something I could risk. The others could be repaired; Mike couldn't be.
"This is all my fault." Mike whispered. I shook my head at him. Now wasn't the time to be focusing on that.
I began leading him down the hallway at a quick jog, away from the room where one or two guns were still firing. Mike followed behind as quickly as he could, limping, and wincing every time he stepped too hard.
I slid to a stop, claw-like grips extending from my feet to grip the tile to slow my slide. I winced at the loud screeching it made on the floor.
I looked through a room lined with lockers, gaze snapping up to the red sign reading "EXIT" over top of a thick looking metal door.
"We're almost there!" I announced excitedly.
I looked back behind myself at Mike. He had fallen behind, clutching his side with his left hand as he limped towards me. It broke my heart to see him in that condition. I decided that I would carry him, even if he protested. I began to walk towards him, looking past him for anyone or thing that might try to harm us.
The building was extremely quiet, and after what had just transpired, I didn't want to think about why.
We were suddenly plunged into darkness. The sound of ventilation moving air quieted, and an emergency light at the end of the hall lit up. The entire building was silent.
"Foxy?" Mike whispered. I could see him well enough, but with the way he looked around without focusing on anything made me believe he couldn't see me.
"I'm right here, Mike." I told him quietly, trying not to make too much noise.
I quietly walked towards him, and gently touched his hand to reassure him it was me. Mike grasped my hand, relaxing visibly as I stepped in closer to him. He looked up at me, and I watched as his pupils dilated to get used to the dark.
"I can only see your eyes." He whispered, looking around quickly.
I crouched down, placing one arm under Mike's knees, and another underneath his back. I moved my arm, causing him to bend his legs, falling backwards. He made a startled sound right before I caught him. He winced in pain, and groaned as he turned himself in my grasp.
I stood up fully, not at all burdened under his light weight as I carried him "bridal style."
"I can walk." Mike protested, smiling lightly. I shook my head in response.
"We need to go quickly." I told him sharply. He seemed taken aback that I would have spoken to him like that. I added: "You also seem to attract danger. I don't want you hurting yourself." Mike nodded in either acknowledgement or agreement.
I began walking quickly back down the hallway. When I reached the corner leading to the locker room and exit, I stopped.
I didn't even notice the door to my left. It lead to some room connecting to the main lobby. I furrowed my brow, noticing the door slightly ajar.
I quieted, and froze in place. I began listening for anything unusual.
My gears clicking quietly. Mike's ragged breathing, which seemed slightly heavier than before. He coughed, and gasped in pain, clutching his side.
"Is… Is everything alright?" Mike managed, breathing normally after a moment.
"No, it's not." I told him, beginning to walk again. "I'm taking you to a hospital."
I heard Mike's breath catch. He suddenly began protesting, trying to convince me that it was a bad idea.
"I-I-I don't have enough money! They probably wouldn't even let me through the front doors." Mike began. "They smell like sickness and chemicals hiding death! I could get some rare disease that could… Give me tumors! Yeah..." His breathing was growing quicker.
"I don't care." I told him firmly. I would get him there one way or another, and they would help him.
"But-but what if they don't want to help me?" He asked, fidgeting in my arms. "What if they have more important things to do? I-I'll be fine!"
"I'll make them help." I growled, finalizing the argument. I was all set to drop it, but Mike wasn't.
"Please, Foxy." He whispered, almost begging me. "I… I can't go there…"
"Why not?" I asked simply. Hospitals were a place of healing. Mike shouldn't have anything against a place that would willingly help him, even if he had to pay some money to help.
"I-I'm afraid of being put under…" Mike said, sounding as if he were ashamed.
"Put under?" I wondered.
We walked through the doorway into the locker room. I walked slower so that my footsteps wouldn't echo; at least not as much. I stopped, and took a quick glance around the room.
Lockers lined the room, all along the walls and a small row in the middle of the room, blocking my view of the other side. I began to worry if anyone or thing was hiding behind there, so I slowly crept towards the side, hoping to come close enough to peek around the side.
"It's where you're out into a chemically induced sleep… Or something like that…" Mike whispered into my ear. "I-I'm worried that something might go wrong. I could be asleep for months, maybe years. You don't even notice the time going by either."
"But if you don't notice the time passing, shouldn't it be quick?" I asked him, voice lower than a whisper. I was almost at the edge of the lockers.
"That's not what I'm scared of." Mike said silently. "It's when I wake up that I'm afraid."
"What do you mean?" I asked him, trying to keep myself distracted. I needed to relax, otherwise I might do something I would regret later.
"Last year, when I tried to… Well…" Mike stopped, shaking his head lightly as if trying to toss out bad memories. "A-Anyways, I woke up and things were different. Before, my mom had short, brown-black hair and was always smiling, even when no one else could. After I woke up…" Mike shuddered in my grasp, and then gasped lightly at jerking his injured arm. "After… She had long hair, gray streaks everywhere. She looked constantly exhausted, with bags under her eyes. Her smile lines had faded too. I was left with what she looked like, but didn't feel like my mother."
I nodded as I stood silently beside the row of lockers, fingers twitching to look. I paused, before suddenly jumping around the corner. I was prepared for a full out fire fight.
It was empty.
I relaxed and began to walk around the back of the lockers, finding nothing I needed to be worried about.
"Do you know how weird it was? Not knowing how long I was out, or what had happened while I was asleep?" Mike continued. I knew how he felt, to a degree. On the third night Mike was at the pizzeria, the last thing I remembered was Mike being dragged away by Freddy. I woke up two days later with Mike cowering before me, trying to avoid the hook I had barely prevented from piercing his skull.
I had been terrified.
"Foxy…" Mike began. He sounded serious. I glanced down at him, walking around the edge of the lockers to the exit. "If anything happens, make sure to get yourself and the others away from here. I'm the one he wants, not you."
"I… I will." I lied. I couldn't imagine living without Bonnie, Chica or Freddy, but living without Mike would be worse. Mike seemed pleased with that answer.
"I should be fine to walk." Mike told me, moving around a small amount in my grasp.
"We're at the exit." I told him, ignoring what he said to me. I wanted to have a hold on him I case we had to run; he was in no condition to be sprinting for his life.
Mike had been facing me while we were walking, his head tucked against my arm. He turned his head, looking up at the glowing red sign. It was dimmer than before, leading me to believe it had an internal battery of some sort.
I heard some sort of electrical hum, and the power flickered back on. I blinked, my eyes rapidly adjusting to the lighting change. I looked down through the room behind us, at the door. It was still as it was, open slightly.
I narrowed my eyes, focusing on the tiny slit that peered into the next room. I a flicker through the crack. It was probably the lights turning back on.
I turned back to face the exit door, its sign back to its normal brightness.
I looked down at Mike. He was rubbing his eyes, blinking rapidly to adapt to the light change. He groaned as he looked around, seeming confused.
I took a moment to prepare myself, adjusting Mike in my grip. I shook out my legs quickly, ensuring nothing would lock up when I ran.
We could feel the tension in the air. The longer I waited, the higher chance we had of being caught. I steeled myself for whatever was to come, and pushed open the door.
The biting cold of the night hit me instantly. I shivered as I pushed myself through into the darkness. The clouds seemed thicker than before, ensuring little to no light came through the atmosphere. The only lights were street lamps across the road, and the light coming from the room behind us. I could hear the sounds of the distant highway echo off the dark buildings.
I began to take off, at a speedy walk, quickly becoming a jog. I couldn't help a somewhat giddy laugh as I took off down the street, my feet plowing through the snow.
We were free. I had made it out with Mike. Now the others could drop the act, kill Vincent, and then return to the pizzeria. Things were finally looking up. I would take Mike to a hospital, and they would be able to help him properly. If he had to be put under, I would be with him the entire time, holding his hand.
No more threats, killing, or running. We could be safe.
I let out another laugh as I ran. I couldn't help feeling all bubbly inside; for once, everything was fine.
I looked down at Mike in my arms as I traversed the empty streets, my running rebounding quietly off the buildings. He looked happy, a smile showing on his face. It had felt like forever since I had last seen him smile.
"You have a beautiful laugh." He told me, giving a quiet laugh in return. He winced whenever I took a step too hard, so I made sure to angle my feet to reduce the impact.
"We're safe, Mike!" I giggled, slowing down a little to hold him closer to me. I was ecstatic at feeling him with me once more, his warm body against me.
"I… I was worried I wouldn't see you again." Mike said quietly. He snuggled closer to me, smiling lightly as he gave a happy sigh.
I smiled, and kicked up a little bit of snow in front of me. It landed on the back of Mike's neck, making him gasp at the cold substance. I laughed at his reaction and pulled him slightly higher to kiss his forehead.
We continued on at a slow jog for a few minutes, enjoying each other's company.
"Foxy…" Mike began quietly. I looked down at him to find tears running down his face, a smile tugging at his lips. He gave a watery laugh, wincing slightly as he grasped his side.
"What's wrong?" I asked, immediately concerned for his health. I slowed down to a walk, tying to find anything wrong. Maybe I would take him to a hospital immediately.
"I-I was worried you wouldn't want to… To come after me." Mike sniffed, laughing nervously.
"Why wouldn't I?" I asked, shocked. "You're my favorite person; my best friend. I wouldn't leave you for the world." He really was amazing. Funny, smart, caring, and willing to give monsters that tried to kill him a second chance. No one else would ever do that.
"I… I thought I was worthless." He whispered. "Worthless enough to try to kill myself four times. If I thought I wasn't worth anything, why would anyone else?" He sniffed, wiping his face with his left hand. "I… I was scared... Scared you wouldn't want anything to do with me after I was captured… It would have been easier to-"
I silenced him with a kiss. It was gentle and loving, easily breaking him from whatever negative thoughts had been plaguing him. He melted into the kiss, and kissed me back. I broke away with a small smile, tucking my nose against the side of his head.
"I love you, Foxy." Mike sighed. I felt him smile.
"I love you too."
Authors Note
I was originally having other plans for the ending of the chapter, but I wanted to have it done now. I decided to split it into two so that you wouldn't have to wait longer, and I wouldn't feel bad about missing my- no, our one year anniversary of starting to write.
I look back at one year ago, and now wonder what I would do without all of you. Writing has been one of the best experiences of my life, and I will continue to do so for a long time. It may not seem like it, but I think of you all more often than I realize. You all make me so happy, and I hope you're happy as well.
One year ago, I was kind of depressed with life. Nothing was too wrong, but nothing was happening. It was a kind of gray time in which nothing happened. I can honestly say that I love doing this, and I wouldn't trade it for the world (unless I could actually become the physical ruler of the world. Then I would spend most of my time benefiting people, fixing problems across the globe, and bringing joy to everyone around me. Don't worry though, I would still have designated people to consult with writing, and would reply to every review and message personally.)
One other thing, and please don't write a review based solely on this: I have an idea of what I want to start writing next after this, but I want your opinions. You matter to me. I wanted to write either a Fanfic telling of events after Jurassic World, with more dinosaurs, action, and adventure than the movie. I was also thinking of making a Portal Fanfic after the events of Portal 2, where Chell and GLaDOS encounter one another again due to circumstances beyond either one's control. I'm personally leaning towards the Jurassic World one.
