Chapter 29: Hated and Forgotten Slaughter

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Although the hallucinations started to haunt her again, the hug was given, making her at ease for a while. Angela cracked a smile and exhaled.

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A/N: Prepare your asses for the feels train heading your way. Also, the following may contain a VERY brief disturbing description. You have been warned. :^)


Angela never liked the thought of being forgotten. Although the method of being forgotten was one way for people to leave her alone, there are just some people who should keep her in their memories. What's weird was that, despite dreading the thought of her friends' deaths, she still cherished the memory of them in her heart while it still haunted her.

Angela hugged her knees and stared absent-mindedly at the front door of the hospital room. Jeremy was sleeping on the small couch nearby and the moonlight shined through the window, the navy sky becoming visible with the trees.

IT'S ME!

Angela flinched at the sudden hallucination and hid deeper within the mattress and pillows of her bed, shutting her eyes shot.

It was all in her head. The hallucinations are not real. But what scared her the most was that the five children's dead face replaced the animatronics'.

"Go away..." Angela muttered to herself before putting the covers over her head.

Jeremy fluttered his eyes open and yawned before stretching his arms out. He slumped on the couch and turned to the lump on the hospital bed, namely Angela. He rubbed his temples after a mind shattering experience.

It's true.

Angela was never the cold, mean and tough girl she was today. When she was young, she was completely different.

How did Jeremy know?

Mike told him.


Jeremy flinched as Mike slammed an empty glass on the counter in a drunk manner. His eyes were half-closed and his head was spinning but he was still focused on the subject Jeremy brought up.

"How about you tell me how you met Angela in the first place," Jeremy suggested. "I want to understand the conflict between you two."

Mike sighed and rubbed the back of his head. The bartender poured another glass of beer for Mike and walked away.

"I was at high school at the time," Mike said. "I was fifteen and she was eight. I walked by the park one day and saw her bawling like a baby. I asked her why she was alone, where were her parents. She answered, 'Mommy and Daddy are far away. My friends left me.' And I soon found out that she was left in the hands of a irresponsible babysitter while her parents were overseas working. The babysitter didn't do anything wrong to Angela back then, she just ignored her."

"And was that how you took the job as Angela's caretaker?"

"Yeah," Mike answered. "She was so troublesome that someone had to take care of her. When I hung out with her, she was quiet and very absent-minded. She lost sight of everything. She lost track of time and she suffered from autophobia. The condition was worst but she stood silent about it. It was evident that she knew that I cared for her, so her condition sort of died down little by little and she would be so relieved and happy when I walk into the house," Mike cracked a smile. "I remember she used to call out my name when she was bored. She was all like, 'Mikey! Mikey! Mikey! C'mon, Mikey! Let's play!' with that adorable smile of hers."

"..." Jeremy smiled to himself at the thought.

"Then one day, we passed by Freddy's Pizzeria and she wanted to go in and play with Foxy. When the day was over, she was quiet for the rest of the weekend and she acted more clingy than usual. She would always ask, 'Mikey, you still like me, do you? You won't leave me, right Mikey?' And I questioned why she would ask such a thing," Mike's eyes narrowed into a much more serious and dreaded look. "Then I found out."

"..." Jeremy leaned forward, slowly predicting what happened next.

Mike shook his head, disregarding the memory despite the fact it happened, "A-Angela was very familiar with Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria ever since she was five," Mike said to Jeremy with a shake of his head. "When I took care of her, she showed me pictures of her with her old friends and the animatronics on her birthday. She showed the pictures to me absent-mindedly when a part of her dreaded the past. When she showed me pictures of her with the animatronics, weeks after her birthday, the five kids were never seen in those pictures again. 'They left' she said."

Jeremy nodded his head.

"She started to cry... And her birthday was the day after. She realized that no one was going to be with her on that day. So she cried. Then after I came back to the house after buying her a birthday present, she was still crying. But that day, I proved to her that I wouldn't leave her, ever. Because I soon realized I fell in love with Angela..." Mike sniffed.

"But she accepted you, right?" Jeremy pointed out. "What made everything change?"

Mike looked down, his grip on the glass of beer tightening. Anger and regret started to bubble up inside of him.

He attempted to speak, but the memory prevented him from making him speak.

"... I-I lost her..." Tears streamed down Mike's face. Jeremy widened his eyes. Mike started to tremble, "That man... That purple man... That fucking horrible man...! He took her away from me on her birthday," Mike attempted to speak. "He kidnapped her when I turned my back for a moment...! I remember her screaming, 'Mikey! Mikey! Help me!' she cried as if her life depended on it," Mike sniffed. "I thought I would never see her again until a month later... I watched her cry in an ambulance with her birthday dress tore apart and blood and bruises and cuts over her small body. She was so scared... so lost... so terrified... and I watched... like something inside me prevented me to move..."

"Mike..." Jeremy breathed as he wiped his own tears away.

"I felt so useless and helpless just knowing that I failed to watch over Angela that day. Soon, she was psychologically affected and her autophobia made it worst. She was talking about the five children... her old friends... and saying that they're right next to her... that they're alive," Mike closed his eyes. "And everyone thought she was crazy and she was sent to the mental institute...!" Mike covered his eyes and broke down in tears. "I couldn't do anything about it! When I confronted her, she rejected me from her life and yelled at me saying, 'I wish you never existed! I wish you die in a fiery explosion! I wish you disappear!' And just to make things worst, I had to leave the town with those words carried on my back for a very long time...!" Mike sobbed with his hands over his eyes.

Jeremy looked all over the bar and noticed the men were all listening carefully to Mike's story and what he had to say.

"Then ever since I took the job at Freddy's for the first time," Mike started to tear up. "When the animatronics came after me... I already knew that the kids... Those five kids... were watching me. A punishment I thought to myself... Maybe I did deserve to die or maybe I was overthinking this too much!" He forced a laugh. "So weird how kids can do this to you!" Mike flinched as Jeremy squeezed his hand in a comforting manner.

Jeremy shook his head, "I think that's enough for today." he said.


Mike remembered so much. Will he forget all of this when he wakes up? Is it better that way if he forgot all of the pain?


Sorry if the chapter was short, but I tried. I saw the latest teaser pic for FNAF 4 and I already posted a theory for that on my Tumblr: angela-the-night-detective. I haven't posted anything yet, but I'll soon post my concept of the characters in this story. ;)

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