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Scott Cawthon owns FNAF

Ckbrothers owns Zen and Spencer

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ibexedi owns Shelby the Singing Sea Lion

~Winter's POV~

I think I snapped right then and there. Losing Jeremy, Red and Scott just pushed my mind off the edge. I heard someone walk in, trying to comfort me. I ended up shoving then away, growling that I wanted to be alone.

5 minutes later, Freddy came in. Then Bonnie. Then Chica and Foxy. And last but very least, the Golden F**k Up. All of them felt uneasy, knowing I was not in a good position to be angry.

"Is this what you wanted? Jeremy just wasn't enough for you? It didn't doesn't bother that you're killing innocent people, people who have a chance at making something beautiful? You expected me to stand by watch that man, the only man who searched for us and our killer, get killed by a duck?!" I growled, balling up my fist.

"It's not that bad Winter, it's just-"

"Not that bad? Bull f**king s**t. You pushed me too far Goldy, I had to leave one of the greatest people I've ever known to die because of you! And you guys?! I can't believe you! You stood by me in 1987 when we were trying to save Jeremy, but now you follow him? You kill innocents, for him?!" I snapped, glaring at them all.

"Well, you didn't get mad at Mangle for biting Jeremy's head!" Bonnie growled.

"No Bonnie, I didn't. Because this golden a**hole raised her A.I level. Thus she had black eyes and nearly killed Jeremy. You guys don't have black eyes, so that means you're doing it voluntarily!" I shouted back, anger fuming with my words.

Freddy went to say something but I cut him off with a glare. "I thought I could trust you guys, I thought you were better than this...guess I was wrong."

I stood up, ready when something popped into my mind. "Actually, one of you did have black eyes. And I forgive that person for not wanting to do it in the first place," I said, standing in the doorway.

"Who was it?" Freddy asked. His voice was filled with hope, like he wanted me to forgive him. Boy, he had another thing coming. "Foxy," I said, turning to him.

"Now, all of you, get out of my room."

They all filed out, one by one, Foxy being the last one out of the door. He looked at me, his golden eyes filled with concern. "Don't worry Foxy, I just need to be alone right now," I sighed, turning back into my room.

I collapsed in the corner, examining the room. It was fairly large, didn't have any lights or anything. It was completely empty, aside from the dust. If I cleaned it up, painted, adding furniture and decorations, I could turn this place into an office...which I'm most likely going to do. After all, I need to do something that is not killing humans.

Scott. Red. Jeremy.

I'll probably incorporate something with them in it, something I'll remember. I stood up, creeping out of the room and bumping into Zen. "Hey Zen," I sighed.

"You okay?" He asked. I shook my head, refusing to make eye contact. "Just going to try my hardest to get my mind off some things...wanna help?" I asked. He nodded, following towards the spare room where there were some paint buckets.

I sighed, proud of the final project. The walls were black, the floors a bright white wood. Hanging from the ceiling were shining blue stars. The desk and book shelves were an ash gray, along with the chairs.

But my favorite part was the small picture hug on the wall above my desk. All of my friends from 87 were standing there with me, Jeremy, and Scott in middle. It looked were all big large group hug.

All of the coloring was in one direction, shadows and reflections were used. It all just seemed neat and actually pretty good looking. That's the one thing about Foxy, he can draw.

I had several others of his drawings scattered about the room. Some were on the wall, some on the desk, and a few on the bookshelf. It just made the entire room feel more like home.

...Home.

I grabbed a pen a paper, the word flowing onto it. I chuckled, remembering how Toy Chica had a knack for reading poetry.

"Hey Winter, do you have any poetry?" She bounced, her eyes illuminating the room. I looked up from my newspaper, shaking my head. "Aww. Can you write me some?" She bounced. "One day, when I know what to write," I smile.

I sighed, letting the words flow onto the paper like a water rushing through a stream.

Home is where I kill.

Home is where I fight.

Home is where I sin.

Home is where I find light.

Home is love.

Home is free.

Home is comfort.

Home is you and me.

Home is where I sing.

Home is where I try.

Home is where I hate.

Home is where I cry.

Home is trust. Home is a bitter song. Home is beauty. Home is never wrong.

Home is where we love.

Home is where we feel pain.

Home is where we lie.

Home is where we are still sane.

Home is just you and me.

Home is our hearts beating.

Home is what we believe.

Home is never leaving.

"I be liking it Lass."

I looked to see Foxy's small smile and bright golden eyes. "Thanks Captain," I smiled. He smiled back, sitting across from me. "How ye be feeling?" He asked.

Broken. Useless. Alone. . Betrayed. Fragile. Verge of tears. Depressed. Anxious. Breaking down. Giving up. Pathetic. Annoying. Distant. Burden. Lonely. Bitter. Heartbroken. Rejected. Crushed. Falling Apart. Empty. Defeated. Not good enough. Numb.

"I'm fine," I lie, smiling. Foxy suddenly stood up, walked over to my side of desk, and wrapped me into a tight hug.

"I be knowing your not Lass."

And...DONE! I wrote Home (my very own original poem...someone give me a medal) and I hope you liked it. Winter will spend majority of her time in the office. Also, I forgot to mention a loooooong time ago that Foxy and Winter are actually BFF's :3