I only own Winter

Scott Cawthon owns FNAF

~? POV~

I awoke, my head throbbing. I was half expecting to be dead, or in a white hospital bed. But when my vision focused, I was shocked to see that I was still that room.

I slowly stood up and looked around. The floor was spotless, and there was no sign of any blood. But if Vincent had cleaned up after himself, why was I left in here? I started to move around, my body aching with each step. Then it occurred to me that I was at least two more feet taller than usual. If Vincent had cleaned up after himself...

I looked down at my hands, shocked to see that white paws replaced them. My breathing turned to be shorted, and limited as well. Vincent cleaned up after himself, which he had to hide..my...my body. I felt burning hot tears drip down my face, my knees landing into the ground.

I was...dead. I would no longer play with Julian. I wouldn't celebrate my own birthday. I won't be held in my father's arms. I won't be comforted by Goldy's voice...never again. Instead, I would do the exact opposite.

I would play with children, celebrate their birthdays, hold them in my arms, comfort them with my words. I would be their role model, their second sister and mother. I stood up, wiping away my tears with the back of my paw. No, I will not cry, I will not give in. I will stay strong and I will never shed a tear in front of anybody.

I took in a deep breath, trudging out the door. I kept walking down the hall my confidence building up. I reached the stage to see Da-Mr. Frazbear talking to the security guards. No detectives, no sirens, no sign of official help. What the hell was he waiting for?!

"Yes Mr. Frazbear, Vincent bolted with the Gold-... I thought she wasn't working!" A guard, Eric, pointed at me. Fath-... turned and wore an expression of shock on his face. "Maybe it was just delayed," he smilied. He walked to me, rubbing his hands together.

"Winter, have you seen a guard with a suit lately?" He asked. I nodded yes, taking a glance at the clock. 4:35...I died ten minutes ago. "Ten minutes ago, he went into the back room wit-" I started, only to watch him turn away from me."With a suit yes...don't worry we'll figure it out later," he sighed. I let out a soft growl in annoyance.

"Man, I wish Lilly was here, she would've loved you Winter! Too bad she's living in Californ with her mom, right boss?" Eric asked. I gave a confused look to my former father. He gave a nod, filling out some paperwork. I felt rage boil in my chest.

He knew, but he lied about it?! He knew, but he kept it a secret for his precious business?! He flipping knew, and he did nothing?! I felt my stomach roll in disgust as I glared at the man. The man who I once called father, I'd nothing more but a greedy man. I turned away, keeping my eyes shut tight. He didn't care.

~5 years later~

I watched as the young girl blew out the candle on her cake. Chica clapped happily, her violet eyes gleaming with joy. I smiled, turning to a teenager standing near by. She oddly familiar, but I just couldn't place where. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Julian," She replied. I gave a small nod, until I realized that she was my childhood friend when I was alive. "You remind me of my friend Lillian Ya know?" She asked. Lillian...I almost didn't recognize that name. That was my name, but now I was Winter. Now, I was diffrent.

I listened to Juli describe my older self, picking out a few things that were diffrent now. I have social boundaries, I can hide my emotions, I plan things out, and I absolutely was more determined. I gave a smile before turning away. No use in talking about someone who's dead.

"Winter! Winter!" I heard a child call. I turned to see one of my favorite kids, David, sprinting to me. I chuckled and picked him up, ruffling his hair. "Winter, who's the golden bear?" He asked. I froze, every gear locking up. "Wait here," I rushed, trying to find my way to the back room. I clenched my paws into fits, fury raging in my heart. Notanother child.

"Winter, Eric needs you," A guard passed by. I tried to ignore him, but there was too many people on my way to the room. I was pushed around, somehow ending up to Eric. He was babbling on about some kid getting hurt, which increased my fear and anger. "I'll fix it, but we need to hury!" I growled.

I wrapped up the kids cut, but by then it was closing time. I quickly ran to the back room. I opened the door, but everything seemed normal. Until I looked at the ground. The white checkered tiles seemed a bit more pink. I was too late.

I felt my eyes begin to prick with tears. "I don't want them to remember how he did it...I don't want them to remember this!" I whined, gesturing around the room. I let out a shaky sigh, sitting against the wall.

I suddenly felt an odd feeling, my chest was colder than normal. I touched my chest, wondering if there was something wrong with the system. That's when I saw what happened. In a flash, I saw each child's chaotic memory of what happened. Each scream, each tear, each cut. I saw it all.

I gasped when it was over, my heart in my throat. I looked up to see a brown paw, offering to help me up. I took it. It helped me stand up, a giving a small grunt of effort. Once I stood up, I looked around to see five familar animatronics. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and even Golden Freddy.

"We...we were kids," Bonnie cried. I let out a small sigh wrapping him into a hug. Then Chica joined, tears pouring down her cheeks. The Foxy, keeping his eyes snapped shut. The Freddy, keeping his gaze to the ground. Then Goldy, the one who just stayed quiet.

And during that time, all I did was whisper "I'm sorry."

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