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~Winter's POV~

"Lilly, will you please get Mommy some water please?" Dad's girlfriend, Sophia, asked. I huffed, putting down my pencil and getting a bottle of water from the refrigerator. "Here Sophia," I glared, slapping the bottle into her hands.

"Why don't you ever call me Mom?" She asked, taking a sip out of the bottle. I clenched my fist, my blood heating up with my annoyance. "Because you're not my mom. You're just my dad's girlfriend. You care more about yourself than me, and you don't think to help me out when I need it most!" I spat, turning away in rage.

I ignored her shouts of so called discipline as I swung my backpack over my shoulder. I gathered my art supplies, turning towards the door when she grabbed onto my wrist. "Lillian, you will listen to me right now young lady! I'm your father's fiancé and you will respect me as you do him! Do you understand?!" She scolded, waving her pointer finger around.

I noticed Dad was standing in the doorway, giving me a pleading look to be nice. I scoffed, grabbing a hold of Sophia's hand. "For your information, I don't see a ring!" I said, dropping her hand and wiping my hand on my shirt. This seemed to make her even madder, and she tried to grab ahold of me once more. "And by the way, you will never earn my respect!"

Human's had been walking in and out of the parts and service. Packing animatronics, packing parts, packing other crap. I just didn't care anymore anyways. It has occurred to me that it's most likely for the best that this business falls, better yet burns.

I was the last to be packed, but I kinda wanted be first. Now I'm glad to be last. Being stuck in a dark box with absolutely nothing to do but think is sane breaking.

At first I just counted, but then after I got 3.987 I stopped. That's when the memories began to mess with me. Red, Scott, all of those dead guards, the dead kids, Frazbear, Vincent, and Jeremy. Every moment I could remember about those people were turning against me.

Red's last words, Scott's eyes of disappointment, Vincent's wicked smile, the guard's dying screams, the kid's blood. They were all flashing images in my mind. But they all screamed the same exact thing. It was all my fault.

I imagined my self alone in a dark room, and it only got brighter when I realized how much of a screw up, a failure I really was. The brighter the room became, the more you could see what it was like. The was words, smeared onto the walls with blood. Words like 'hate' and 'screw up', even 'stupid' was there.

But it didn't scare me, It killed me, because it was true. It was my fault I didn't save the kids. It's my fault I didn't protect Jeremy It's all my fault.

And I would be willing to die to fix it all

I woke up, the room dark. I took in a deep breath, an unfamiliar smell filling my lungs. I slowly stood up, my body aching as I did so. I looked around, immediately spotting Goldy. "How long have I been out?" I growled, anger boiling in my veins.

"7 years, 3 months and 17 days. Yes I kept count. And yes, you have a guard to kill," Goldy sighed, turning away from me. I rolled my eyes in disgust, leaning in the door way of the room.

"He's on his fourth night by now. I swear, these guys are getting sloppy," Goldy growled. I heard his footsteps as he placed a firm paw on my shoulder. I angrily shrugged it off, turning away. "No more. No more killing," I growled.

Goldy went to reply but I had already been walking down the hall. I looked up at the clock, it was only 12:15. I quietly looked through the window. He was on the phone, talking. I froze realizing who it was. Scott.

I quickly slipped into the office and shut the door. I winced as aloud banging came from the door. I turned to Scott, his face giving me a confused look. I motioned him not to worry about it as I flipped off Foxy through the window.

"There's this one animatronic that'll help you out. Her name's uh-" Scott started until we both heard a moan. I froze, looking over to see his tablet was on a camera with hardly any video feed, but Freddy's march could be heard loud and clear.

"Oh no."

Scott jumped back as Chica bit straight into his stomach, an ear piercing screen bursted from her voice. I growled, grabbing her by her bib and ripping her off of him. Of course her first reaction was too dig her teeth straight into my arm. This only made me angrier.

I took my other paw, with the claws extended, and picked her up by her throat. I aggressively threw her onto the ground, angled just right to where if I closed the door, it would chop off her head.

In that moment, I looked deep into her violet eyes. They weren't filled with anger, they weren't filled with hate. They were filled with complete terror. It made me feel strong, dominant. And I liked it that way.

I realized what I was doing and let her go, turning to Scott. He lay their coughing blood, his shirt stained with it. I knelt down, holding his broken body in my arms. Scott smiled up at me, his bright Aqua blue eyes sparkling with tears. "H-Hey Lilly," He coughed.

"Hey Scotty," I chocked, my tears splattering onto his face. He took his shaky hand and wiped away my tears, his breathing slow like he was struggling. "T-think you can do me a f-favor before I go?" He asked.

"Don't talk like that, you'll be fine. You're going to be just fine," I urged, holding as much pressure as I could on his wound. "P-please Lilly.." He coughed. He slipped off the silver and sapphire bracelet that was hanging loosely on his wrist.

"Tell Blake t-that I love h-her," He coughed, the bracelet falling into my palm. "You can tell her yourself Scott!" I cried, holding his head up to look me in the eye. "Please Scott...I can't lose you too!"

"...Scott?"

I looked down at my best friend, the man I've known my entire life, dead. I felt more tears choking up my instincts. I...I couldn't hold him there anymore. I felt Fear lead of into some dark room where I could be alone. I heard the ambulance.

I sat there, holding the two bracelets of people who I will never forget. Scott and Red.

Scott and Red.

Scott.

Well, that's it for this chapter. Next chapter will be more FNAF1, so get prepared for that.

This was pretty hard for me to write, my god the feelz😭

I am still accepting human OCS!