Author's Note

This is a non-canon story of the aftermath of Count the Ways, a story that takes place in Fazbear Frights #1: Into the Pit.

If you haven't read it, this contains massive spoilers, so beware I guess if you decide to read it without reading Count the Ways.

Also, this may have references to other characters or events that happen outside of Count the Ways, events or characters that exist in the other Fazbear Frights books or the Five Nights at Freddy's universe.

If you haven't read the story, I suggest you do so, it's a very good and emotional story. If you can't get access to a physical or digital copy of the story, I suggest you listen to an audiobook of the story. You don't even have to buy it, you can search it up on YouTube and listen to it.

Character Profile

Name: Millicent Claire Fitzsimmons

Aliases: Millie, Dracula's Daughter

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Birthday: February 27, 2006

Height: 5 1"

Weight: 90 lbs.

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Light Blue

Noticeable Features: Very pale skin

Entry 1

"Un, Deux, TROIS!"

Millie trembled as the blade shot through her small prison. Her knees were locked together and she was holding her arms over her head, in an attempt to save her head from being cut off of her body. She heard everything in slow motion: the metallic shing of the blade, the rush of air, the voice of her captor saying, "Huh?"

She also felt the rush of air, and another feeling too. A sharp stinging sensation on her hands, specifically the tips of her fingertips.

She laid on the base of her small prison for a minute or so, afraid that as soon as she sat up, the blue eyes of the thing finding another vicious way to kill her. Soon she realized that sitting on the floor like a little kid wasn't going to help her at all, so she slowly sat up, one piece of her body at a time. First, she wiggled her toes, as they had fallen asleep. Then she slowly began to nudge her legs into the side of the metal wall, as they had also fallen asleep. Finally, she stuck out her hands and pushed against the metal wall, and braced herself on it. She then began to realize how hungry she was. When was the last time I ate? Grandpa had made a small but hearty Christmas Eve breakfast, but she had opted not to eat it.

Grandpa. Millie let out a small groan.

She had been terrible to Grandpa. She'd sulked and yelled at him, all over a dumb boy who wasn't interested in her, ad her weird eating habits.

Dylan. Fuck.

She'd also screwed that up as well. They could've stayed friends and hung out, but of course, she had to overreact and get emotional.

Her eating habits were also something. In a health class, she was required to take in seventh grade, she had learned that some people starved themselves to make their bodies look skinny. She didn't have an eating disorder, and she was certainly content with her body, or at least she just didn't care what it looked like. She probably just didn't eat because she wanted to be dramatic. She was still certainly a vegetarian, so at least she was sure about that.

Millie sat in the tiny metal chamber for a while, reflecting on how bratty and dramatic she'd been. She'd messed up her relationship with her parents, her grandfather, her other family, and what could have been her only friend.

Then came the tears.

Millie didn't cry a lot, she only usually cried when she was really sad, or just plain moping. The last time she cried was when she had seen Dylan kissing Brooke. The next day, at school, she had just completely emotionally shut off.

After a while, she heard some muffled banging outside of where she was being held captive. It sounded like banging, and Millie heard some gears turning. "Millie, Millicent, and you in here?"

Grandpa.

Millie bolted up and peeked through the crack in the metal door.

Grandpa was hurridly rummaging through his piles of junk and trash, presumably looking for her. She figured she might try to call for him, even though the chamber was soundproof.

"Grandpa! I'm in here! Please get me out!" Her cries for help were suddenly broken by a loud sob, and she heard all of the banging and crashing stop.

Through the tiny sliver of the opening, she saw a faint outline coming towards her.

She then heard several loud taps on the outside of the bear. "Mille? Are you in there?" He sounded extremely panicked and worried, so Millie immediately felt bad.

"I'm in here! I'm sorry Grandpa!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, afraid he might not be able to hear her through the thick metal walls.

When she didn't hear anything in response, she started banging and kicking on the sides of the hollow metal stomach she was in. She heard a little yelp and a sharp intake of air, then, "I'll get you out of there Millie!"

She saw the door quivering a bit, then popping right off.

Light flooded the small, dingy space she was in, and she saw her hero.

Grandpa was standing in front of her and panting, looking up into the small stomach.

"Millie!"

Millicent tried to push herself out of the small space and land on the ground, but she felt light-headed and queasy, and her legs had fallen asleep again, so she fell flat on her butt on the hardwood floor.

Grandpa jumped back, then steppe quickly towards her and thrust his hand out. Millie gratefully took his hand and pulled him into a hug. She felt Grandpa go rigid but then soften and wrap his arm around her.

This will be the first entry of hopefully many, so make sure to stick around!