The sound of a heart monitor was steadily beeping in the darkness.
Pain surged through the girl's body as she awoke from her slumber.
"A-Alpha..." She groaned out quietly, her throat was painfully dry and her body ached.
Barely being able to keep her eyes opened, Abigail looked around the room, confused.
Being put on pain medications, Abigail had to clear her mind, still dazed and confused due to the drugs.
The hospital room was dark and smelled... weird...
Straining her eyes to see the clock, Abigail's vision had to take a moment to adjust to the dim lighting.
4:55 Am
"Alpha..." She whispered to herself, throwing the white sheet off of herself.
Turning to the several needles that were jammed into her arm, Abigail ripped them out, throwing them to the ground.
Her feet hung above the cold hospital floor, as she shivered and looked around the cold room.
Rain still poured heavily outside, as thunder crashed, and lightning light up the small room with it's flashes of light.
Pushing herself off the bed gently, Abigail looked over at something wrapped around her arm.
Quickly realizing that it was connected to the heart monitor, Abigail knew she couldn't take it off, as this would cause it to go dead, drawing the attention of nurses.
Abigail glanced over at her clothes, freshly stitched and cleaned of all blood and dirt, and neatly folded, sitting on a stand beside her.
"Time to get this stupid thing off..." She sighed, slipping the gown off, and tossing it across the room.
Turning to her clothes, she slid them on, and pulled her hair out from her shirt.
"O-Okay..." She mumbled, looking around the room.
Pictures lined the walls, many of art or charts. The glass on the front of the frames caught her eye, as a grin came across her face.
"Bingo..." Trying to take a step towards a picture, she nearly collapsed to her feet, and was able to catch herself on a table, knocking a glass of water over.
The cheap plastic cup bounced slightly and rolled under the bed, Abigail sighing in relief, before turning back to the clock.
5:08 Am
Abigail was in no condition to walk, let alone go try and find Alpha by herself, in the woods.
As much as it broke her heart, she had to wait.
Crawling back into the bed, she pulled the thin covers over herself, shivering and whining.
Alpha was okay... Right? Of course... He had to be! He was Alpha, after all... He'd never let a couple of men stop him...
The men! Where were they?! Abigail raised her head off the pillow once more, seeing someone walk into the room.
"You're awake?" The nurse asked, holding some kind of chart tightly in her hands.
"Y-Yeah..." Abigail mumbled, brushing some hair out of her face.
"Good..." The nurse replied, as a cop walked in beside her.
The cop looked at the girl curiously, and gave a friendly smile. "Hello there..." He called out, walking in as the nurse walked out, closing the door behind her.
Abigail sat in silence, not responding to the man as he waited for a response.
"Hey," He finally spoke up after a moment. "It's alright... You don't need to be afraid..."
"I'm not afraid..." Abigail replied, her expression blank, but her eyes full of hate.
"What's your name?" The man asked, leaning back in the green leather chair he sat in.
Abigail didn't respond, instead she glanced over out the window.
The cop sighed and spoke up after a moment. "Do you have a name, sweetheart?"
"Of course I do..." She replied, trying not to put any emotion into her voice.
Being upset was weak... Being nice got her hurt... She was questioning everything right now... Even her own name... For all she knew Fritz could have easily named
her, without her knowing. After all, he did take her when she was just a little kid.
"Then do you mind telling me what it is?" He asked, a caring tone in his voice.
Abigail sat for a moment, her back turned to him, and darting her eyes around the room in silence.
"A-Ashley..." She lied, turning back to the man.
"And what exactly happened to you, Ashley?" He asked, now smiling once more upon receiving what he thought to be the young girl's name.
"You really want to know?" Abigail asked, narrowing her eyes towards him.
"Every detail, please..." He nodded, pulling out a pen and paper from his pocket.
"Well..." Abigail went silent for a moment, cooking up a devious plan in her mind.
She remembered how the men had shot at Alpha... They hurt Alpha... Now it was her turn to hurt them...
Normally, she wouldn't have done such a thing, even thought about it. But they hurt Alpha. And after being with Fritz... Something inside of her was consuming her
with hated, and a strong desire for revenge.
"The... Did two men bring me here?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Yes..."
"Well... Me and my f-friend..." A lump formed in Abigail's throat as tears filled her eyes.
Silence filled the room, until Abigail looked out the window, her back turned to the man once more, as tears rolled down her face.
Knowing she wasn't wanting to talk, the man stood up, and walked out without another word.
Abigail didn't care that she was alone now... She just wanted Alpha back... She had nothing else to live for...
Since she was 6 years old, the only human contact she had was Fritz. And then he started building the animatronics at the hideout.
Sure, some people would think she was mad for even thinking that animatronics could feel, hurt, love.
Abigail had snapped and lost her mind off and on for a while. Sometimes she'd even act like Fritz, enjoying the despicable tasks he gave her.
That wasn't her... Not the real her. He had diluted who she was. He pushed her to the brim of insanity, and turned her into something she wasn't.
But thankfully she was able to snap out of it, return to who she was. She was Abigail... And she wasn't going to sit here and let Alpha die slowly somewhere in the woods.
She was leaving tonight, and she would find him. or she'd die trying.
Fritz ran through the woods, leaving the hideout far behind him.
His feet sunk into the mud, leaving an obvious trail behind himself.
Did he care? No. All that mattered in his mind was dismantling the animatronics.
He'd come back for what was left of the pack later.
He looked down at his skin, as the tan paint on it washed off.
"Let them see me for who I am..." The man thought to himself, as he ran through the woods, coming to a road.
Glancing over at a street sign, he realized he wasn't far from that little pizzeria.
"Let them know who's killing them... Twice..." He laughed aloud to himself, and kept on running.
Mangle crawled out of the ship, and noticed that Chica was sitting up on the stage alone.
"Poor girl..." She mumbled to herself, as the vixen lifted herself up onto the ceiling.
Foxy sat in the cove with Felicity, the two sitting on opposite sides of the bed.
They were both silent, and still crying silently.
Lifting his ears up, Foxy wiped his tears away and glanced over at Felicity, calming down a bit.
Felicity took no notice in this however, and continued to cry quietly.
"F-Felicity..." Foxy spoke up, lowering his ears down low to his face.
The orange cat turned to him slowly, as he scooted closer to her.
Using his good paw, Foxy wiped the tears off Felicity's face, smiling a bit as his yellow eyes locked with her blue ones.
"Fel..." He spoke up once more, swishing his tail slightly behind him. "I know... I know the lot of us don't have long left... And... Not even tomorrow is definite..."
He sighed, looking into her eyes.
Felicity remained silent, staring into his eyes as well.
"Lass... What I be tryin to say is..." Foxy closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her close to him.
Widening her eyes as Foxy's lips smashed against hers, Felicity melted into the kiss.
After a moment, the fox pulled away, smiling back at her.
"I love ye lass..."
Puppet stood alone beside his box, holding a old plushie of Spring Bonnie.
The Puppet sighed, staring into the purple eyes of the yellow rabbit plush.
"What went wrong..." He sighed, setting it back down in his box gently.
Puppet had regretted wiping so many memories from the animatronics...
He'd messed up several times and even erased some of his own memories.
Some friend he was... Crawling into his box, Puppet whined and curled up into a ball, drifting off into thought.
A figure darted out from the woods, as his eyes locked onto a tan building.
Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
"Time to end this..." He mumbled to himself, approaching the doorway.
Fritz knew that if they saw him this way, without his skin being painted over, covering the purple that was unmistakable to be their killers, they'd kill him on the spot.
Not tonight. Not ever.
Running up to the glass door, Fritz kicked in the glass, sending shards of the glistening chunks falling onto the ground.
He had to make this quick. He had to get to his office. And he had to do it now.
Perking her ears up, Mangle glanced over at the door, as a figure ran through the halls towards the office of the manager.
Growling at the intruder, Mangle glanced back to see that nobody else was in sight.
Chica had apparently left the show stage and went somewhere else...
No matter. She could do this on her own. She'd caught plenty of guards. This would be no different.
Scaling across the ceiling, Mangle silently followed the figure, careful not to make a clanging sound against anything, as to not alert him of her presence.
The white vixen watched as Fritz slipped into his office, not recognizing it was him.
Her nocturnal vision had been broken after she had been attacked by the mysterious shadow creatures, so she wasn't able to see that his skin was purple.
Lowering herself down, Mangle slipped under the door frame, and pulled herself onto the ceiling of the tiny office.
Fritz shook his head and growled, running over to a loose piece of tile on the floor.
Bending down, he quickly and carelessly ripped up the black checkered tile and threw it across the room, causing it to bust in half.
Ignoring the damage he'd done, Fritz reached his hand into the tiny, box like secret area underneath the floor.
Grabbing ahold of a handle, Fritz pulled out a shining, metal axe.
Mangle's eyes widened, as a flash of lightning light up the office, from the little window that was in the corner.
"You're the one..." She gasped, horrified to see the purple man fully.
Spinning around, Fritz locked eyes with the animatronic.
The man shot a twisted grin at her, before chucking the axe through the air.
Mangle tried to crawl out of the way and dodge it, but he was able to hit her.
Falling to the ground with a thud, Mangle trembled and shook, staring into his pure white eyes.
"Remember me, dear?" He chuckled, placing his foot onto her and ripping the axe out of her.
Mangle whined at the pain he caused her by ripping the axe out, but didn't dare to move.
"Y-You-"
"You remember me then..." He grinned, holding the axe tightly.
A sudden crazed look came upon his face, as he leaned in closer to the vixen.
"Well... I'll also be the last thing you remember..."