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~Winter's POV~

I giggled as I slid across the ice, my skates gliding without a sound. I wobbled a little, to only have Vincent hold my arm to balance me. I noticed the long purple wool scarf he had and giggled at the thought of his middle name. "I think I'll call you purple guy from now on," I smiled.

"And why is that?" He asked, releasing my arm. I smirked, skating ahead of him. I spun around, laughing as he slip and fell. I skated over with the new guard, Scott, who's only seventeen.

"Vincent Violet Fitzgerald, how in the world did you fall?" I asked, Scott and I helping him up. Vincent's face flushed a bright red as Scott and I burst out laughing. "I-It's not funny!" He exclaimed.

"Whatever Purple Guy!" I laughed, skating past him and snatching his scarf.

~12:30~

I sat quietly in the corner of the room, burying my face in my arms. I kept hearing voices trying to comfort me, but it was all one big blur to me. All of my friends, scrapped. Red, was scrapped.

[Not all of us is gone Winter,]

I looked up, seeing Shad's glowing white eyes. He gave me a hug, burying his face into my shoulders. I sighed, giving him a small hug back. He faded away when he saw Freddy approaching, leaving no evidence behind. Freddy knelt down next to me, putting a comforting paw on my shoulder. I shrugged it off, refusing to even look at him.

"Come on Winter, talk to me," Freddy sighed. I just stared at the ground, my mind and sanity drifting off into another world. "Would you spot acting like the floor is more interesting than me?!" He growled. So, I hid my face in my fur. He sighed, getting up and trudging off.

I looked back up, making sure he was completely gone. I tugged out the small photo I got from Mr. Frazbear's office. I sighed, studying the photo from what seemed to be from a century ago.

We were all standing in front some building, probably an ice rink from the way we were dressed. I noticed how I-Lillian wore a large purple scarf that had a white V stitched into it. Most likely Vincent's.

I looked a bit closer to see her hands interlocked with Vincent's and Scott's...Scott. She was really close with Scott, probably her best friend. He would pick her up after school, take her to parks, babysit her when her dad was out. He knew all of her secrets and he was the only one really searching for her.

I held the photo a little longer, thinking back at all of those times when Lillian was alive. I sighed, stuffing it back into my glove. Scott deserves to know, not Mr. Frazbear, Scott. I slowly stood up, trudging over to Goldy. "Hey, are any of the night guard's still here?" I asked.

"Yeah. Fritz and Scott. But Fritz is currently getting fired and we can't leave the room," he sighed. I nodded, rubbing my eyes. "I'm gonna sleep. Don't wake me up for absolutely any reason," I faked yawned, slumping back into my corner. I thought about if whether or not I could actually leave the suit as a spirit.

{I'm sure it's possible. You probably just have to find a way to do it,} Fear sighed, appearing next to me. Shad appeared to my other side, a small smile plastered on his face. [That chick who possessed Marionette, whatever her name was, said she thinks about something good that happened before she died. Then she just does it] Shad shrugged. I nodded, thinking back to when Lillian was still alive.

I sighed, looking up into the sky from the tree branch I was sitting on. Scott was upside reading a comic, hanging from the tree branch above mine. "What are you drawing Lilly?" He asked, climbing onto my tree branch. I shrugged showing him the drawing.

It was of a girl with long honey blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She wore a faded green dress and held a yellow rose in her hands. "Who's that supposed to be?" He asked, handing it back to me. "Mary," I sighed, brushing back my ash blonde hair.

"And who is Mary?" He asked, returning to his comic. "I have no idea," I smiled, continuing to color my drawing. Scott chuckled, ruffling my hair.

I opened my eyes, to see a curl of ash blonde hair in my eyes. I looked back at Fear and Shad, receiving a thumbs up from both of them. I actually went into ghost form...wow. I quickly stood up, pushing through the door without a sound.

I scuffed down the halls, peeking into Scott's small office. He had his head down, filling out papers Mr. Frazbear was too busy to do. I quietly walked in, noticing the large cup of coffee on his desk. I shook my head, remembering his big craving for coffee.

I cleared my throat, a little taken back by how loud it turned out to be. Scott looked up from his papers and froze when he saw me. His pen slipped from his hands, landing on the paper. The room was so quiet it echoed when it hit the paper.

"L-Lilly?!" Scott chocked. Tears began to prick his eyes as he moved from the desk, taking a few steps towards me. "Hey Scotty," I smiled, my voice quavering from the knot in my throat.

Scott knelt down to me, tears dripping from his long eyelashes. I ran threw my arms around him, my body shaking as the tears violently escaped my body. I could feel his tight hug back, and a few tears dripping onto my shirt.

I pulled away, taking in how much he had changed. His side burns had a bit of gray, he had scars running up and down his arm. "Scott...how long has it been?" I asked, examining his mature features. He was a teenager when I died, now he's a fully grown man.

"I was 17 in 1970, when you went missing. It's 1987, 17 years since then. I'm 34 now Lilly, you would've been 27..." He sighed.

"...Did you just calculate that all in you head?" I asked, amazed by his quick answer. He nodded, his aqua blue eyes gleaming with pride. I smiled, knowing he was always better than me at math.

"I honestly thought I had been gone longer than that," I sighed. I looked around his small office, smiling at how neat it was compared to Mr. Frazbear's. All of the picture frames were hung exactly straight, everything perfectly in a certain degree or angle.

"I see you've gotten well organized over the years," I smiled following him to his desk. He chuckled, plopping into his swivel seat. "I'm sure you remember how much of a slob I was back then," He smirked. I giggled in response, jumping up and sitting on the edge of his desk.

"Lilly...please tell me what happened," He sighed, his tone turning serious. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. Then everything that has happened since that, since I died, just bursted out of mouth. And Scott just listened, wincing at the parts of someone dying.

"...I had my suspicions about Vincent, but never actually thought..."He sighed, rubbing his temple. I felt a guilt pain in my chest, thinking about all those guards. "I can't believe I actually killed someone," I snuffed, rubbing my eyes.

I felt his hand rub on my back, his comforting touch kicking the emotions I've held in for so long. I wiped away the tears that were forming in my eyes. "It's okay Lilly, pain makes people do things they never knew they could do," he comforted.

I nodded, looking up at his face, "Scott, I promise you that I will always try my very hardest to protect you, no matter what." He sighed, shaking his head in small protest. He looked back up at me, a small smile on his face.

"Okay Lilly, whatever you say."

Yep, Scott's going to have a big part to Winter's emotional and social state later on in the story. I hope you enjoyed bye!