A/N: Oof, yep. This game was the final nail in the coffin that made me finally write fics for FNAF, now I have several fics I have to clean up. I'm trapped in FNAF hell now no one can help me, this is where I live.

This fic is a bit scuffed as I have not written anything in good while.

Something was off about Vanessa.

She'd been eying him earlier in the day, occasionally stealing a hardened glance at him when no one was looking, it made him feel like a mouse being sized up for dinner by a cat. Perhaps she had clued into the fact Gregory snuck into the Pizzaplex? However, he felt this wasn't the case, not the entire picture at least.

Maybe it was just him? He had always been wary of authority, not wanting to get caught only to get sent back to foster care, but maybe Vanessa wouldn't care as much? Security guards were only here to kick out any one sneaking about after hours after all.

Still he shuddered when he encountered her just after closing. Vanessa regarded him with bemusement and almost annoyance as she asked him why he was here. He uttered a quick excuse that he had gotten lost, and after shaking off his fear, he let her lead him off to Lost And Found.

Now they were both walking down a dark corridor, Vanessa's grip on his hand a firm reminder to Gregory that he couldn't break away from her.

They passed the front doors a short while ago and he wasn't sure where they were anymore. Where was Lost And Found to begin with? It couldn't be far from the entrance right? Something was screaming at him that this wasn't right, but as he couldn't do anything about it at the moment he tried his best to swallow it down and only marginally succeeded at that.

He would definitely sneak away from Vanessa after he got to Lost And Found. If they ever got there!

They ended at a heavy duty security door. Vanessa opened it with a grunt of effort and Gregory stepped in.

The room was unusual, it seemed to be some kind of boiler room. Pipes attached to the walls and the floor were grated, on the far end the room opened into an even bigger one with things that looked like water towers on the ceiling, a platform with protective guardrails overlooked a seemingly endless black abyss.

It looked nothing like Lost And Found.

Another thing he noticed was the booming sounds of machinery echoing across the room, he wondered how he never heard it before he came in. Then it hit him…the room was sound proof.

No one would hear his screams.

The door slammed shut, clicking as Vanessa locked it behind her. Gregory stared at her fearfully, fight or flight screaming at him to run but there was nowhere to run to.

Vanessa seemed to be conflicted with herself, looking away as if she were talking to someone Gregory couldn't see. She murmured to herself things he couldn't hear over the sounds of the machinery then she screamed, clutching her head.

He started to back away, wanting to be as far as possible from her.

She's nuts!

Vanessa straightened up, her movements unnatural and almost robotic even as she looked at him, her eyes piercing his soul and her voice sending a chill down his spine.

"I'll do it."

Gregory really did not want to find out what she was going to do, his back hit the guardrails as Vanessa began to close the distance between them. He looked over his shoulder, over the railing and into the abyss below, he couldn't even see the bottom from here.

The fall would definitely kill him.

An unmistakable click of a gun broke his train of thought and he looked back to see Vanessa pointing a pistol at him.

Vanessa would definitely kill him.

Tears burned his eyes as the realization that his short life was coming to an end hit him full force.

Vanessa wasn't fazed, finger pressed upon the trigger, her next words cold on her tongue.

"You should consider yourself lucky, kid. I don't have time to draw this out."

Gregory squeezed his eyes shut.

He knew exactly why she targeted him now. She knew no one was looking for him, that he came without parents. Predators always picked off the most vulnerable and that's what he was. No one would notice or care if he disappeared.

His last thoughts were of regret. He should've listened to his gut, he knew Vanessa was bad news, yet he ignored the warning signs and would pay for it with his life. His instincts were the only thing that kept him alive out on the streets and the one time he didn't listen to it led to a deadly mistake that he would pay for with his life.

It was all his fault.

Why didn't I listen to myself?

Why didn't I run?

Why couldn't I have-

-BANG!

The room they were in was based on this room that had large food vats on the ceiling, I think it was unused or something.

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